Her eyes gazed longingly at the almond tree; she wished that she might go off on a voyage of discovery for, on this day of all days, did its shadow seem to hold some pressing, intimate invitation.

"I shall get back--I shall get back....

He'll come and take me; I'll remember all the old things," she thought.

She and Rose--what a time they might have if only---- She glanced up at her aunt.
"Look at that nice little boy, Angelina," Aunt Emily said.

"See how good----" But at that very instant that same playful breeze that had been ruffling the daffodils, and sending shimmers through the fountain decided that now was the moment to catch Miss Emily's black hat at one corner, prove to her that the pin that should have fastened it to her hair was loose, and swing the whole affair to one side.