A great deal more than some of us who've tramped miles through galleries." Then swiftly Katie changed her position, her expression and the conversation.

"Elizabeth Barrett Browning is your favorite poet, isn't she, Ann ?" "Why--why no," stammered Ann.

"I'm afraid I haven't any favorite.
You see--" "So much the better.

Then you can take Elizabeth without being untrue to any one else.

She loved Florence.