I do feel something about Donatia—you know I have this queer way of feeling people, sometimes I think that's why I get so exhausted. I get simply limp, and yet I wouldn't be less sensitive, though one does pay a terrible price. But I do feel something not quite—well, not quite fine about her."
"Oh, well, of course she's small-town Middle West. Her name really was Harriet Ruth; she changed it to Donatia to go with her personality. Did Elliott tell you? I think she does pretty well, considering, but naturally, compared with you"
"Oh, now, I don't mean thatcome in! Elliott! Just in time, the kettle's boiling, and look! The first star peeping through my sea-green curtains! It's a little silver fish in the deep blue ocean of dusk. See, Elliott. The first star."
"My work must come first, always," said Christabel, as they sat with their empty tea-
