Mrs.Muir was one of those ladies who become engrossed with the actual and the present.

Had Madge been in her old room she would have been looked after with daily solicitude; being absent, she was loved none the less, but was simply crowded from thought and memory by swarms of little cares.

She was doing well, and her sister was satisfied.

"'It's a wonderful climate,' Madge writes," she would say, "so even and dry.

Madge doesn't take cold as she did here, and can go out nearly every day.