The usual swarm of devoted youth and smitten middle-age is in attendance.

She wears neither black nor colours; only white; nor does she go to any sort of functions.

At times, to me, she resembles a scarcely grown girl just freed from school and playing hard every minute with every atom of heart and soul in her play.
"Gray has an apology for a polo field and a string of ponies, and Shiela plays with the men--a crazy, reckless, headlong game, in which every minute my heart is in my mouth for fear somebody will cannon into her, or some dreadful swing of a mallet will injure her for life.
"But everybody is so sweet to her--and it is delightful to see her with her own family--their pride and tenderness for her, and her devotion to them.
"Mrs.Cardross asked me to-day what I thought might be the effect on Shiela if you came.

And, dear, I could not answer.

Mr.
Cardross joined us, divining the subject of our furtive confab in the _patio_, and he seemed to think that you ought to come.
"There is no reason to hesitate in saying that the family would be very glad to count you as one of them.