Yet all she could find to say was-- "We have come very fast.

You must be tired." Strange little commonplaces, how they take their due of all the wonderful hours of life! Esther wriggled out of the shawl, smoothed her hair, arranged her ruffled collar.

Callandar shipped his paddle and resumed his coat.
"Where to, now ?" he asked practically.
"There is only one landing, we shall be right on it in a moment.
Then--there are several of the cottagers whom I know.

But I think Mrs.
Burton will be the best.

She has often asked me to visit her and is such a dear that the present unexpected arrival will not make me less welcome." "That's good! As for me, I'll make for the station and send the telegrams.