"Oh, yes! She said there was no doubt of it."

The conversation turned upon death, and the last acts of the dying.
Loretta Parker related the death of a young saint. Miss Lord,
pouring a little lime water into most of her food, chewed
religiously, her eyes moving from one speaker's face to another.

"I saw my pearl to-day," said William Oliver to Susan, under cover
of the general conversation.

"Eleanor Harkness? Where?"

"On Market Street,--the little darling! Walking with Anna Carroll.
Going to the boat."

"Oh, and how's Anna?"

"Fine, I guess. I only spoke to them for a minute. I wish you could
have seen her dear little laugh--"

"Oh, Billy, you fatuous idiot! It'll be someone else to-morrow."

"It will NOT," said William, without conviction "No, my little
treasure has all my heart--"

"Honestly," said Susan, in fine scorn, "it's cat-sickening to hear
you go on that way! Especially with that snapshot of Anna Carroll
still in your watch!"

"That snapshot doesn't happen to be still in my watch, if it's any