always easy to be so sympathetic and considerate with older people."
"Do you know, you're rather an—understanding—person?"
"Were you surprised when I wrote that I was coming down again?"
"Surprised isn't the word!"
"Were you sorry?"
She answered with a glance.
"I broke a date to go to the National with a foursome this week-end."
"Oh, why did you?"
"Can't you guess?"
"Because you knew how happy it would make your mother to have you come here, I think. Isn't it touching? Doesn't it make your heart ache, to think how happy we can make them? Oversea Hall seems so dreary sometimes, it's a temptation to let oneself be buried under talk about health and diets and draughts and shawls; and then I think of their being old, and yet brave enough to dress up and make little jokes—it makes me want to of
