And between them the ocean sprang into view again.
"I wonder--" She stopped, and an inexplicable uneasiness stirred in her breast.

She looked around at her son, her left hand fell protectingly upon his shoulder, her right, groping, touched her husband's sleeve.
"I am--well cared for--in the world," she sighed happily to herself.

"It shall not come nigh me." Stephen was saying to Ailsa: "There's a piece of up-town property that came into the office to-day which seems to me significant of the future.

It would be a good investment for you, Cousin Ailsa.

Some day Fifth Avenue will be built up solidly with brown-stone mansions as far as the Central Park.