SANDYS ON WOMAN "Can you kindly tell me the name of the book I want ?" It is the commonest question asked at the circulating library by dainty ladies just out of the carriage; and the librarian, after looking them over, can usually tell.

In the days we have now to speak of, however, he answered, without looking them over: "Sandys's 'Letters,'" "Ah, yes, of course.

May I have it, please ?" "I regret to find that it is out." Then the lady looked naughty.

"Why don't you have two copies ?" she pouted.
"Madam," said the librarian, "we have a thousand." A small and very timid girl of eighteen, with a neat figure that shrank from observation, although it was already aware that it looked best in gray, was there to drink in this music, and carried it home in her heart.

She was Elspeth, and that dear heart was almost too full at this time.