And aren't you glad, Jim, that we aren't doing EXACTLY what every
one else does, that you and I, who ARE a little different, Jim, are
going to KEEP a little different? I mean that you really did do
unusual work at college, and you really are of a fine family, and I
am a Pendeering, and have travelled a lot, and been through Vassar,-
-don't you know, Jim? You don't think it's conceited for us to think
we aren't quite the usual type, just between ourselves? Do you?"

Jim implied wordlessly that he did not. And whatever Jim thought
himself, he was quite sincere in saying that he believed Anne to be
peerless among her kind.

So they came to Jackson Street, and Anne made it quite as quaint and
charming as her dreams. For a year they could not find a flaw in it.

Then little enchanting James Junior came, nick-named Diego for
convenience, who fitted so perfectly into the picture, with his
checked gingham, and his mop of yellow hair. Anne gallantly went on
with her little informal luncheons and dinners, but she had to
apologize for an untrained maid now, and interrupt these festivities
with flying visits to the crib in the big bedroom that opened out of
the dining-room. And then, very soon after Diego, Virginia was born-
-surely the most radiant, laughing baby that ever brought her joyous
little presence into any home anywhere. But with Virginia's coming,
life grew very practical for Anne, very different from what it had
been in her vague hopes and plans of years ago.

The cottage was no longer quite comfortable, to begin with. The
garden, shadowed heavily by buildings on both sides, was undeniably
damp, and the fascinating railing of the little balconies was