would not be a bit more wonderful than the rest of it. This is
just a different world, that is all, and who knows whom I shall
meet next? Maybe, if I haunt the hills, Diana will come and
invite me to go a-hunting. Perhaps if Anna had stayed at home
this world would seem nearer."

She came back into the salon, but before she knew it, her feet
were moving to a half-remembered measure, and she found herself
dancing about the great room in the dim light, the cream-colored
draperies of her dinner gown moving rhythmically after her.
Suddenly she stopped short, realizing that her feet were keeping
pace with the whistling of this afternoon, the very notes that
had terrified her while the stranger was unseen. She turned her
attention to a piece of tapestry on the wall, tracing the faded
pattern with slim fingers. For the twentieth time her eyes
wandered to the mosaic floor, to the splendid, tarnished mirrors
on the walls, to the carved chairs and table legs, wrought into
cunning patterns of leaf and stem.

"Oh, it is all perfect! and I've got it all to myself!" she
exclaimed.

Then she seated herself at the table again and began another
letter.



Padre mio,--It is an enchanted country! You never saw such
beauty of sky and grass and trees. These cypresses and poplars
seem to have been standing against the blue sky from all