football sweater, and over this a reefer. The jersey clung to
her and showed the lines of her figure, and emphasized the
freedom and grace with which she made every movement. She
looked, as she walked at his side with her hands in the
pockets of her coat and with a flat sailor hat on her head,
like a tall, handsome boy; but when they stopped and stood
where the light fell full on her hair and the exquisite
coloring of her skin, Carlton thought her face had never
seemed so delicate or fair as it did then, rising from the
collar of the rough jersey, and contrasted with the hat and
coat of a man's attire. They paced the deck for an hour
later, until every one else had left it, and at midnight were
still loath to give up the beautiful night and the charm of
their strange surroundings. There were long silent places in
their talk, during which Carlton tramped beside her with his
head half turned, looking at her and noting with an artist's
eye the free light step, the erect carriage, and the
unconscious beauty of her face. The captain of the steamer
joined them after midnight, and falling into step, pointed
out to Miss Morris where great cities had stood, where others
lay buried, and where beyond the hills were the almost
inaccessible monasteries of the Greek Church. The moonlight
turned the banks into shadowy substances, in which the ghosts
of former days seemed to make a part; and spurred by the young
girl's interest, the Italian, to entertain her, called up all
the legends of mythology and the stories of Roman explorers
and Turkish conquerors.

"I turn in now," he said, after Miss Morris had left them. "A
most charming young lady. Is it not so?" he added, waving his