have been if I hadn't thought that out before we was married two
weeks. Perhaps it's the Almighty's will, though I never was as sure
of the Almighty's way of thinking as some are."

Of course Tembarom felt soothed and encouraged, though he belonged to
the male development which is not automatically infuriated at a
suspicion of female readiness of logic.

"Well, I might have got on to it in time," he answered, still trying
not to look affectionate, "but I've no time to spare. Gee! but I'm
glad you're here!"

"I sha'n't be here very long." There was a shade of patient regret in
her voice. "Father's got tired of trying America. He's been
disappointed too often. He's going back to England."

"Back to England!" Tembarom cried out forlornly, "Oh Lord! What shall
we all do without you, Ann?"

"You'll do as you did before we came," said Little Ann.

"No, we sha'n't. We can't. I can't anyhow." He actually got up from
his chair and began to walk about, with his hands thrust deep in his
pockets.

Little Ann began to put her first stitches into a red B. No human
being could have told what she thought.

"We mustn't waste time talking about that," she said. "Let us talk
about the page. There are dressmakers, you know. If you could make