"But I don't care; I'd rather wait.

It isn't very long, now.

Ailsa, why don't you marry again ?" Ailsa's lip curled her comment upon the suggestion.

She sat under the crystal chandelier reading a Southern newspaper which had been sent recently to Celia.

Presently her agreeable voice sounded in appreciative recitation of what she was reading.
"Hath not the morning dawned with added light?
And shall not evening call another star Out of the infinite regions of the night To mark this day in Heaven?
At last we are A nation among nations; and the world Shall soon behold in many a distant port Another flag unfurled!" "Listen, Celia," she said, "this is really beautiful: A tint of pink fire touched Mrs.Craig's cheeks, but she said nothing.