— her own home — and think it all over alone and thus regain her equanimity.

Here she read and thought things out by herself. What strange people they were over there! Or perhaps that was so long ago — they might have changed by this time. Surely they must have changed, or David would have said something about it. He never would become a lord, to be one of such people — never — never! It was not at all like David.

A figure appeared in the doorway. “Cassandra! What are you doing here all by yourself?”

It was Betty Towers. Cassandra ran joyfully forward and clasped the little woman in her arms. Almost carrying her in, she sat her by the pleasant open fire. Then, seeing Betty’s eyes regarding her