Cmas tered silence did not leave terment e and near. less foolisune y. Yet  noto tience asting its mortifying flavour in secret.

    ting on ts kitcor s lig  lay on ime at a smiling picture t  in it and said musingly:

    -- tiful Mabel er!

    A ringletted girl stood on tiptoe to peer at ture and said softly:

    --  is she in, mud?

    -- In a pantomime, love.

    tted  ure, and murmured as if fascinated:

    -- tiful Mabel er!

    As if fascinated, ed long upon taunting eyes and sedly:

    -- Isnt se creature?

    And treet, stamping crookedly under one of coal, ly on to o see.   see.

    ting in t room  flickered on tral dusk ea and, as sled at task, sold in a lo and tor old too of certain ce and of  listening to ture t lay open in ts and winding galleries and jagged caverns.

    Suddenly ure like a monkey  the door asking:

    -- Is t Josephine?

    tling woman answered che fireplace:

    -- No, Ellen, its Stephen.

    -- OO, good evening, Stephen.

    ing and sahe doorway.

    -- Do you  anyt the fire.

    But s ansion and said:

    -- I t it was Josep you were Josepephen.

    And, repeating times, so laughing feebly.

    ting in t of a cy at  cook little part in tried to s,  s and sunbonnets.

    But o taste to rivial, o ation of er ravelled to tering, taunting, searcing .

    In tayed latest ting on ty ogetoram, sprays of apped blithe glassy road.

    It  tram. t and so t in admonition. tor ta