hoeditinradiahenclosedforamoment,asthoughtohidetheirsecret.Whentheyopehemistofadreamhadpassedacrossthem.

    Thin-lippedwisdomspokeatherfromthewornchair,hiprudence,quotedfromthatbookofcowardicewhoseauthorapesthenameofonsense.Shedidnotlisten.Shewasfreeinherprisonofpassion.Herprince,PrinceCharming,waswithher.Shehadcalledonmemorytoremakehim.Shehadsenthersoultosear,andithadbroughthimback.Hiskissburnedagainuponhermouth.Hereyelidsithhisbreath.

    Thenwisdomaltereditsmethodandspokeofespialanddiscovery.Thisyoungmanmightberich.Ifseshouldbethoughtof.Againsttheshellofherearbrokethewavesofworldlying.Thearrowsofcraftshotbyher.Shesawthethinlipsmoving,andsmiled.

    Suddenlyshefelttheospeak.Thewordysileroubledher."Mother,Mother,"shecried,"whydoeshelovemesomuch?IknowwhyIlovehim.Ilovehimbecauseheislikewhatlovehimselfshouldbe.Butwhatdoesheseeinme?Iamnotworthyofhim.A--why,Iottell--thoughIfeelsomueathhim,Idontfeelhumble.Ifeelproud,terriblyproud.Mother,didyoulovemyfatherasIlovePrinceCharming?"

    Theelderwomangrewpalebehecoarsepowderthatdaubedhercheeks,andherdrylipstwitchedasmofpain.Sybilrushedtoher,flungherarmsroundhernedkissedher."Fiveme,Mother.Iknowitpainsyoutotalkaboutourfather.Butitonlypainsyoubecauseyoulovedhimsomuch.Dontlooksosad.Iamashappyto-dayasyouweretwentyyearsago.Ah!letmebehappyforever!"

    "Mychild,youarefartooyoungtothinkoffallinginlove.Besides,whatdoyouknowofthisyoungman?Youdontevenknowhishewholethingismostinve,andreally,whenJam