out of sight of it. But you can go a long
journey without doing that; for it lies on a
plateau in the valley, and it can be seen
from three different mountain passes.
Mother died there, and for that reason and
others -- father has had a strange life -- he
never wanted to go away. He brought a
lady from Pennsylvania to teach me. She
had wonderful learning, but she didn't
make very much use of it. I thought if I
had learning I would not waste it reading
books. I would use it to -- to live with.
Father had a library, but I never cared for
it. He was forever at books too. Of
course," she hastened to add, noticing the
look of mortification deepen on her hus-
band's face, "I like books very well if there
is nothing better at hand. But I always
said to Mrs. Windsor -- it was she who
taught me -- why read what other folk have
been thinking when you can go out and
think yourself? Of course one prefers one's
own thoughts, just as one prefers one's own
ranch, or one's own father."

"Then you are sure to like New York
when you go there to live," cried Jessica;
"for there you will find something to make
life entertaining all the time. No one need
fall back on books there."