"It's a great bother," Morgana declared--"I never know what to do
with it. I can't dress it 'fashionably' one bit, and when I twist it
up it's so fine it goes into nothing and never looks the quantity it
is. However, we must all have our troubles!--with some it's teeth--
with others it's ankles--we're never QUITE all right! The thing is
to endure without complaining!"

"And this curious creature who talked "so very strangely," possessed
millions of money! Her father, who had arrived in the States from
the wildest north of Scotland with practically not a penny, had so
gathered and garnered every opportunity that came in his way that
every investment he touched seemed to turn to five times its first
value under his fingers. When his wife died very soon after his
wealth began to accumulate, he was beset by women of beauty and
position eager to take her place, but he was adamant against all
their blandishments and remained a widower, devoting his entire care
to the one child he had brought with him as an infant from the
Highland hills, and to whom he gave a brilliant but desultory and
uncommon education. Life seemed to swirl round him in a glittering
ring of gold of which he made himself the centre,--and when he died
suddenly "from overstrain" as the doctors said, people were almost
frightened to name the vast fortune his daughter inherited,
accustomed as they were to the counting of many millions. And now---
?"

"California!" mused Lydia--"Sam Gwent thinks she has gone there
after Roger Seaton. But what can be her object if she doesn't care
for him? It's far more likely she's started for Sicily--she's having
a palace built there for her small self to live in 'all by her
lonesome'! Well! She can afford it!"