Then, with grave sweetness, she said, "Won't you sit down, please, and let me explain seriously ?" "I suppose you must pretend to be like the rest of us," he returned with an air of resignation, "but all the same, Czar and I know you are not." When they were seated, she said simply, "My name is Sibyl Andres.

This place used to be my home.

My mother planted this garden with her own hands.

Many of these roses were brought from our home in the mountains, where I was born, and where I lived with father and mother until five years ago.

I feel, still, as though the old place in the hills were my real home, and every summer, when nearly every one goes away from Fairlands and there is nothing for me to do, Myra Willard and I go up there, for as long as we can.