take a fond farewell."

"You needn't hurry," was her answer.

"My friend, Miss Pilgrim, has declared thirty-four articles, and she
doesn't know in which of her eight trunks any of them are. She and the
citizen in glasses meted out to her, who insists on finding every one,
are now engaged in ransacking her entire wardrobe. I intend to keep at
a safe distance from the scene of worry. That's what comes of being
conscientious."

George and the inspector, preceded by the porter wheeling the
traveller's three trunks, hat-box, and small bags, set out for the
other end of the shed.

George returned ten minutes later; he stepped briskly and was beaming.

"Still waiting, I see," he said jocularly.

"And in your eyes I read the purple light of love, young man. I wish
you success." Her words were the rallying outcome of confidences on
shipboard after five days at sea.

George blushed, but looked pleased. "You may see her first," he said,
"for she is constantly at her cousin's, or was before she took up
Settlement life."

"How much did you give him?" asked Miss Golightly.

The reversion to their previous topic was so abrupt and barefaced that