bulletin boards in the hall, Helen said:--

"I am afraid you shouldn't have called for me. It isn't usual here."

"We'll introduce the custom. How could I help coming--after yesterday?
Helen--"

"Have you seen Grant's tomb?" she inquired hastily. "It's just beyond the
college buildings, hidden by them. You mustn't miss it, after coming so
far."

We had issued on the Boulevard, and a few steps brought us in view of the
stately white shrine on Claremont Heights. But I looked instead at her
brilliant face against the velvety background of black hat and feather
boa.

The sun's rays, striking across the river, played hide-and-seek in her
shimmering hair, warming it to gold and touching the rose of her cheeks to
a clear radiance. Her eyes were scintillant with changing, flashing
lights.

"Well?" she challenged at last, half daring, half afraid. "You know me
to-day?"

"You are a sun goddess. Helen, what does it mean?"

"New York agrees vit' me," Her laugh was irresistible--low and sweet, a
laugh that made the glad day brighter. "How not? It is vun fine large
city."