"But I've seen lots as good before and since.

He weren't nothing so very extraordinary, Miss Sylvia." Sylvia's look went beyond him, seeming to rest upon something very far away.

"He was to me, Jeffcott," she said.

"We just--fitted each other, he and I." "And you was only eighteen," pleaded Jeffcott, "You wasn't full-grown in those days." "No ?" A quick sigh escaped her; her look came back to him, and she smiled.

"Well, I am now anyway; and that's the one thing that hasn't altered or grown old--the one thing that never could." "Ah, dear!" said old Jeffcott.