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AnditwasSummer，beautifulSummer！"ThoseweretheclosingwordsofThea’sfavoritefairytale，andshethoughtofthemassheranoutintotheworldoneSaturdaymorninginMay，hermusicbookunderherarm。

ShewasgoingtotheKohlers’totakeherlesson，butshewasinnohurry。

Itwasinthesummerthatonereallylived。Thenallthelittleovercrowdedhouseswereopenedwide，andthewindblewthroughthemwithsweet，earthysmellsofgarden—planting。Thetownlookedasifithadjustbeenwashed。Peoplewereoutpaintingtheirfences。Thecotton—

woodtreeswerea—flickerwithsticky，yellowlittleleaves，andthefeatherytamariskswereinpinkbud。Withthewarmweathercamefreedomforeverybody。Peopleweredugup，asitwere。Theveryoldpeople，whomonehadnotseenallwinter，cameoutandsunnedthemselvesintheyard。Thedoublewindowsweretakenoffthehouses，thetormentingflannelsinwhichchildrenhadbeenencasedallwinterwereputawayinboxes，andtheyoungstersfeltapleasureinthecoolcottonthingsnexttheirskin。

TheahadtowalkmorethanamiletoreachtheKohlers’

house，averypleasantmileoutoftowntowardtheglitter—

ingsandhills，——yellowthismorning，withlinesofdeepvioletwherethecleftsandvalleyswere。Shefollowedthesidewalktothedepotatthesouthendofthetown；thentooktheroadeasttothelittlegroupofadobehouseswheretheMexicanslived，thendroppedintoadeepravine；adrysandcreek，acrosswhichtherailroadtrackranonatrestle。

Beyondthatgulch，onalittleriseofgroundthatfacedtheopensandyplain，wastheKohlers’house，whereProfessorWunschlived。FritzKohlerwasthetowntailor，oneofthe<p23>

firstsettlers。Hehadmovedthere，builtalittlehouseandmadeagarden，whenMoonstonewasfirstmarkeddownonthemap。Hehadthreesons，buttheynowworkedontherailroadandwerestationedindistantcities。OneofthemhadgonetoworkfortheSantaFe，andlivedinNewMexico。

Mrs。KohlerseldomcrossedtheravineandwentintothetownexceptatChristmas—time，whenshehadtobuypres—

entsandChristmascardstosendtoheroldfriendsinFreeport，Illinois。Asshedidnotgotochurch，shedidnotpossesssuchathingasahat。Yearafteryearsheworethesameredhoodinwinterandablacksunbonnetinsummer。

Shemadeherowndresses；theskirtscamebarelytohershoe—tops，andweregatheredasfullastheycouldpossiblybetothewaistband。Shepreferredmen’sshoes，andusu—

allyworethecast—offsofoneofhersons。ShehadneverlearnedmuchEnglish，andherplantsandshrubswerehercompanions。Shelivedforhermenandhergarden。Besidethatsandgulch，shehadtriedtoreproduceabitofherownvillageintheRhineValley。Shehidherselfbehindthegrowthshehadfostered，livedundertheshadeofwhatshehadplantedandwateredandpruned。Intheblazeoftheopenplainshewasstupidandblindlikeanowl。Shade，shade；thatwaswhatshewasalwaysplanningandmaking。

Behindthehightamariskhedge，hergardenwasajungleofverdureinsummer。Abovethecherrytreesandpeachtreesandgoldenplumsstoodthewindmill，withitstankonstilts，whichkeptallthisverdurealive。Outside，thesage—brushgrewuptotheveryedgeofthegarden，andthesandwasalwaysdriftinguptothetamarisks。

EveryoneinMoonstonewasastonishedwhentheKohlerstookthewanderingmusic—teachertolivewiththem。InseventeenyearsoldFritzhadneverhadacrony，excepttheharness—makerandSpanishJohnny。ThisWunschcamefromGodknewwhere，——followedSpanishJohnnyintotownwhenthatwanderercamebackfromone<p24>

ofhistramps。Wunschplayedinthedanceorchestra，tunedpianos，andgavelessons。WhenMrs。Kohlerrescuedhim，hewassleepinginadirty，unfurnishedroomoveroneofthesaloons，andhehadonlytwoshirtsintheworld。

Oncehewasunderherroof，theoldwomanwentathimasshedidathergarden。Shesewedandwashedandmendedforhim，andmadehimsocleanandrespectablethathewasabletogetalargeclassofpupilsandtorentapiano。Assoonashehadmoneyahead，hesenttotheNarrowGaugelodging—house，inDenver，foratrunkfulofmusicwhichhadbeenheldthereforunpaidboard。Withtearsinhiseyestheoldman——hewasnotoverfifty，butsadlybat—

tered——toldMrs。KohlerthatheaskednothingbetterofGodthantoendhisdayswithher，andtobeburiedinthegarden，underherlindentrees。TheywerenotAmericanbasswood，buttheEuropeanlinden，whichhashoney—

coloredbloomsinsummer，withafragrancethatsur—

passesalltreesandflowersanddrivesyoungpeoplewildwithjoy。

TheawasreflectingasshewalkedalongthathaditnotbeenforProfessorWunschshemighthavelivedonforyearsinMoonstonewithouteverknowingtheKohlers，withouteverseeingtheirgardenortheinsideoftheirhouse。Besidesthecuckooclock，——whichwaswonderfulenough，andwhichMrs。Kohlersaidshekeptfor"companywhenshewaslonesome，"——theKohlershadintheirhousethemostwonderfulthingTheahadeverseen——butofthatlater。

ProfessorWunschwenttothehousesofhisotherpupilstogivethemtheirlessons，butonemorninghetoldMrs。

KronborgthatTheahadtalent，andthatifshecametohimhecouldteachherinhisslippers，andthatwouldbebetter。Mrs。Kronborgwasastrangewoman。Thatword"talent，"whichnooneelseinMoonstone，notevenDr。Archie，wouldhaveunderstood，shecomprehendedperfectly。Toanyotherwomanthere，itwouldhavemeant<p25>

thatachildmusthaveherhaircurledeverydayandmustplayinpublic。Mrs。KronborgknewitmeantthatTheamustpracticefourhoursaday。Achildwithtalentmustbekeptatthepiano，justasachildwithmeaslesmustbekeptundertheblankets。Mrs。Kronborgandherthreesistershadallstudiedpiano，andallsangwell，butnoneofthemhadtalent。TheirfatherhadplayedtheoboeinanorchestrainSweden，beforehecametoAmericatobetterhisfortunes。HehadevenknownJennyLind。Achildwithtalenthadtobekeptatthepiano；sotwiceaweekinsum—

merandonceaweekinwinterTheawentoverthegulchtotheKohlers’，thoughtheLadies’AidSocietythoughtitwasnotproperfortheirpreacher’sdaughtertogo"wheretherewassomuchdrinking。"NotthattheKohlersonseversomuchaslookedataglassofbeer。Theywereashamedoftheiroldfolksandgotoutintotheworldasfastaspossible；hadtheirclothesmadebyaDenvertailorandtheirnecksshavedupundertheirhairandforgotthepast。OldFritzandWunsch，however，indulgedinafriendlybottleprettyoften。Thetwomenwerelikecom—

rades；perhapsthebondbetweenthemwastheglasswhereinlosthopesarefound；perhapsitwascommonmemoriesofanothercountry；perhapsitwasthegrapevineinthegar—

den——knotty，fibrousshrub，fullofhomesicknessandsenti—

ment，whichtheGermanshavecarriedaroundtheworldwiththem。

AsTheaapproachedthehouseshepeepedbetweenthepinkspraysofthetamariskhedgeandsawtheProfessorandMrs。Kohlerinthegarden，spadingandraking。Thegardenlookedlikearelief—mapnow，andgavenoindicationofwhatitwouldbeinAugust；suchajungle！Polebeansandpotatoesandcornandleeksandkaleandredcabbage——therewouldevenbevegetablesforwhichthereisnoAmericanname。Mrs。KohlerwasalwaysgettingbymailpackagesofseedsfromFreeportandfromtheoldcountry。

Thentheflowers！Therewerebigsunflowersforthecanary<p26>

bird，tigerliliesandphloxandzinniasandlady’s—slippersandportulacaandhollyhocks，——gianthollyhocks。Besidethefruittreestherewasagreatumbrella—shapedcatalpa，andabalm—of—Gilead，twolindens，andevenaginka，——arigid，pointedtreewithleavesshapedlikebutterflies，whichshivered，butneverbenttothewind。

ThismorningTheasawtoherdelightthatthetwoole—

andertrees，onewhiteandonered，hadbeenbroughtupfromtheirwinterquartersinthecellar。ThereishardlyaGermanfamilyinthemostaridpartsofUtah，NewMex—

ico，Arizona，buthasitsoleandertrees。HoweverloutishtheAmerican—bornsonsofthefamilymaybe，therewasneveronewhorefusedtogivehismuscletotheback—break—

ingtaskofgettingthosetubbedtreesdownintothecellarinthefallandupintothesunlightinthespring。Theymaystrivetoaverttheday，buttheygrapplewiththetubatlast。

WhenTheaenteredthegate，herprofessorleanedhisspadeagainstthewhitepostthatsupportedtheturreteddove—house，andwipedhisfacewithhisshirt—sleeve；some—

wayhenevermanagedtohaveahandkerchiefabouthim。

Wunschwasshortandstocky，withsomethingroughandbear—likeabouthisshoulders。Hisfacewasadark，brickyred，deeplycreasedratherthanwrinkled，andtheskinwaslikelooseleatheroverhisneckband——heworeabrasscollarbuttonbutnocollar。Hishairwascroppedclose；

iron—graybristlesonabullet—likehead。Hiseyeswerealwayssuffusedandbloodshot。Hehadacoarse，scornfulmouth，andirregular，yellowteeth，muchwornattheedges。

Hishandsweresquareandred，seldomclean，butalwaysalive，impatient，evensympathetic。

"MORGEN，"hegreetedhispupilinabusinesslikeway，putonablackalpacacoat，andconductedheratoncetothepianoinMrs。Kohler’ssitting—room。Hetwirledthestooltotheproperheight，pointedtoit，andsatdowninawoodenchairbesideThea。

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"ThescaleofBflatmajor，"hedirected，andthenfellintoanattitudeofdeepattention。Withoutawordhispupilsettowork。

ToMrs。Kohler，inthegarden，camethecheerfulsoundofeffort，ofvigorousstriving。Unconsciouslyshewieldedherrakemorelightly。Occasionallysheheardtheteacher’svoice。"ScaleofEminor……WEITER，WEITER！……IMMER

Ihearthethumb，likealamefoot。WEITER……WEITER，once；……SCHON！Thechords，quick！"

ThepupildidnotopenhermouthuntiltheybeganthesecondmovementoftheClementisonata，whensheremon—

stratedinlowtonesaboutthewayhehadmarkedthefingeringofapassage。

"Itmakesnomatterwhatyouthink，"repliedherteachercoldly。"Thereisonlyonerightway。Thethumbthere。EIN，ZWEI，DREI，VIER，"etc。Thenforanhourtherewasnofurtherinterruption。

AttheendofthelessonTheaturnedonherstoolandleanedherarmonthekeyboard。Theyusuallyhadalittletalkafterthelesson。

HerrWunschgrinned。"Howsoonisityouarefreefromschool？Thenwemakeaheadfaster，eh？"

"FirstweekinJune。Thenwillyougivemethe`Invi—

tationtotheDance’？"

Heshruggedhisshoulders。"Itmakesnomatter。Ifyouwanthim，youplayhimoutoflessonhours。"

"Allright。"Theafumbledinherpocketandbroughtoutacrumpledslipofpaper。"Whatdoesthismean，please？

Iguessit’sLatin。"

Wunschblinkedatthelinepenciledonthepaper。

"Wherefromyougetthis？"heaskedgruffly。

"OutofabookDr。Archiegavemetoread。It’sallEng—

lishbutthat。Didyoueverseeitbefore？"sheasked，watchinghisface。

"Yes。Alongtimeago，"hemuttered，scowling。

"Ovidius！"Hetookastubofleadpencilfromhisvest<p28>

pocket，steadiedhishandbyavisibleeffort，andunderthewords"LENTECURRITE，LENTECURRITE，NOCTISEQUI，"

hewroteinaclear，elegantGothichand，——

"GOSLOWLY，GOSLOWLY，YESTEEDSOFTHENIGHT。"

HeputthepencilbackinhispocketandcontinuedtostareattheLatin。Itrecalledthepoem，whichhehadreadasastudent，andthoughtveryfine。Thereweretreasuresofmemorywhichnolodging—housekeepercouldattach。Onecarriedthingsaboutinone’shead，longafterone’slinencouldbesmuggledoutinatuning—bag。HehandedthepaperbacktoThea。"ThereistheEnglish，quiteelegant，"

hesaid，rising。

Mrs。Kohlerstuckherheadinatthedoor，andTheaslidoffthestool。"Comein，Mrs。Kohler，"shecalled，"andshowmethepiece—picture。"

Theoldwomanlaughed，pulledoffherbiggardening—

gloves，andpushedTheatotheloungebeforetheobjectofherdelight。The"piece—picture，"whichhungonthewallandnearlycoveredonewholeendoftheroom，wasthehandiworkofFritzKohler。Hehadlearnedhistradeunderanold—fashionedtailorinMagdeburgwhorequiredfromeachofhisapprenticesathesis：thatis，beforetheylefthisshop，eachapprenticehadtocopyinclothsomewell—

knownGermanpainting，stitchingbitsofcoloredstufftogetheronalinenbackground；akindofmosaic。Thepupilwasallowedtoselecthissubject，andFritzKohlerhadchosenapopularpaintingofNapoleon’sretreatfromMoscow。ThegloomyEmperorandhisstaffwererepre—

sentedascrossingastonebridge，andbehindthemwastheblazingcity，thewallsandfortressesdoneingrayclothwithorangetonguesofflamedartingaboutthedomesandminarets。Napoleonrodehiswhitehorse；Murat，inOri—

entaldress，abaycharger。Theawasnevertiredofexam—

iningthiswork，ofhearinghowlongithadtakenFritzto<p29>

makeit，howmuchithadbeenadmired，andwhatnarrowescapesithadhadfrommothsandfire。Silk，Mrs。Kohlerexplained，wouldhavebeenmucheasiertomanagethanwoolencloth，inwhichitwasoftenhardtogettherightshades。Thereinsofthehorses，thewheelsofthespurs，thebroodingeyebrowsoftheEmperor，Murat’sfiercemustaches，thegreatshakosoftheGuard，wereallworkedoutwiththeminutestfidelity。Thea’sadmirationforthispicturehadendearedhertoMrs。Kohler。Itwasnowmanyyearssincesheusedtopointoutitswonderstoherownlittleboys。AsMrs。Kohlerdidnotgotochurch，sheneverheardanysinging，exceptthesongsthatfloatedoverfromMexicanTown，andTheaoftensangforherafterthelessonwasover。ThismorningWunschpointedtothepiano。

"OnSunday，whenIgobythechurch，Ihearyousingsomething。"

Theaobedientlysatdownonthestoolagainandbegan，"COME，YEDISCONSOLATE。"Wunschlistenedthoughtfully，hishandsonhisknees。Suchabeautifulchild’svoice！

OldMrs。Kohler’sfacerelaxedinasmileofhappiness；

shehalfclosedhereyes。Abigflywasdartinginandoutofthewindow；thesunlightmadeagoldenpoolontheragcarpetandbathedthefadedcretonnepillowsonthelounge，underthepiece—picture。"EARTHHASNOSORROW

THATHEAVENCANNOTHEAL，"thesongdiedaway。

"Thatisagoodthingtoremember，"Wunschshookhim—

self。"Youbelievethat？"lookingquizzicallyatThea。

Shebecameconfusedandpeckednervouslyatablackkeywithhermiddlefinger。"Idon’tknow。Iguessso，"

shemurmured。

Herteacherroseabruptly。"Remember，fornexttime，thirds。Yououghttogetupearlier。"

ThatnighttheairwassowarmthatFritzandHerrWunschhadtheirafter—supperpipeinthegrapearbor，smokinginsilencewhilethesoundoffiddlesandguitarscameacrosstheravinefromMexicanTown。Longafter<p30>

FritzandhisoldPaulinahadgonetobed，Wunschsatmotionlessinthearbor，lookingupthroughthewoollyvineleavesattheglitteringmachineryofheaven。

"LENTECURRITE，NOCTISEQUI。"

Thatlineawokemanymemories。Hewasthinkingofyouth；ofhisown，solonggoneby，andofhispupil’s，justbeginning。Hewouldevenhavecherishedhopesforher，exceptthathehadbecomesuperstitious。Hebelievedthatwhateverhehopedforwasdestinednottobe；thathisaffectionbroughtill—fortune，especiallytotheyoung；thatifheheldanythinginhisthoughts，heharmedit。HehadtaughtinmusicschoolsinSt。LouisandKansasCity，wheretheshallownessandcomplacencyoftheyoungmisseshadmaddenedhim。Hehadencounteredbadmannersandbadfaith，hadbeenthevictimofsharpersofallkinds，wasdoggedbybadluck。Hehadplayedinorchestrasthatwereneverpaidandwanderingoperatroupeswhichdisbandedpenniless。Andtherewasalwaystheoldenemy，morerelentlessthantheothers。Itwaslongsincehehadwishedanythingordesiredanythingbeyondthenecessitiesofthebody。Nowthathewastemptedtohopeforanother，hefeltalarmedandshookhishead。

Itwashispupil’spowerofapplication，herruggedwill，thatinterestedhim。Hehadlivedforsolongamongpeoplewhosesoleambitionwastogetsomethingfornothingthathehadlearnednottolookforseriousnessinanything。Nowthathebychanceencounteredit，itrecalledstandards，am—

bitions，asocietylongforgot。Whatwasitsheremindedhimof？Ayellowflower，fullofsunlight，perhaps。No；athinglassfullofsweet—smelling，sparklingMosellewine。Heseemedtoseesuchaglassbeforehiminthearbor，towatchthebubblesrisingandbreaking，likethesilentdischargeofenergyinthenervesandbrain，therapidflorescenceinyoungblood——Wunschfeltashamedanddraggedhisslip—

persalongthepathtothekitchen，hiseyesontheground。

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V

ThechildrenintheprimarygradesweresometimesrequiredtomakereliefmapsofMoonstoneinsand。

Hadtheyusedcoloredsands，astheNavajomedicinemendointheirsandmosaics，theycouldeasilyhaveindicatedthesocialclassificationsofMoonstone，sincethesecon—

formedtocertaintopographicalboundaries，andeverychildunderstoodthemperfectly。

Themainbusinessstreetran，ofcourse，throughthecenterofthetown。Tothewestofthisstreetlivedallthepeoplewhowere，asTillieKronborgsaid，"insociety。"

SylvesterStreet，thethirdparallelwithMainStreetonthewest，wasthelongestintown，andthebestdwellingswerebuiltalongit。Faroutatthenorthend，nearlyamilefromthecourt—houseanditscottonwoodgrove，wasDr。Archie’shouse，itsbigyardandgardensurroundedbyawhitepalingfence。TheMethodistChurchwasinthecenterofthetown，facingthecourt—housesquare。TheKronborgslivedhalfamilesouthofthechurch，onthelongstreetthatstretchedoutlikeanarmtothedepotsettlement。ThiswasthefirststreetwestofMain，andwasbuiltuponlyononeside。Thepreacher’shousefacedthebacksofthebrickandframestorebuildingsandadrawfullofsunflowersandscrapsofoldiron。ThesidewalkwhichraninfrontoftheKronborgs’housewastheonecontinuoussidewalktothedepot，andallthetrainmenandroundhouseem—

ployeespassedthefrontgateeverytimetheycameup—

town。TheaandMrs。Kronborghadmanyfriendsamongtherailroadmen，whooftenpausedtochatacrossthefence，andofoneoftheseweshallhavemoretosay。

InthepartofMoonstonethatlayeastofMainStreet，towardthedeepravinewhich，farthersouth，woundby<p32>

MexicanTown，livedallthehumblercitizens，thepeoplewhovotedbutdidnotrunforoffice。Thehouseswerelittlestory—and—a—halfcottages，withnoneofthefussyarchi—

tecturaleffortsthatmarkedthoseonSylvesterStreet。

TheynestledmodestlybehindtheircottonwoodsandVir—

giniacreeper；theiroccupantshadnosocialpretensionstokeepup。Therewerenohalf—glassfrontdoorswithdoor—

bells，orformidableparlorsbehindclosedshutters。Heretheoldwomenwashedinthebackyard，andthemensatinthefrontdoorwayandsmokedtheirpipes。ThepeopleonSylvesterStreetscarcelyknewthatthispartofthetownexisted。ThealikedtotakeThorandherexpresswagonandexplorethesequiet，shadystreets，wherethepeoplenevertriedtohavelawnsortogrowelmsandpinetrees，butletthenativetimberhaveitswayandspreadinluxuriance。Shehadmanyfriendsthere，oldwomenwhogaveherayellowroseorasprayoftrumpetvineandappeasedThorwithacookyoradoughnut。TheycalledThea"thatpreacher’sgirl，"butthedemonstrativewasmisplaced，forwhentheyspokeofMr。Kronborgtheycalledhim"theMethodistpreacher。"

Dr。Archiewasveryproudofhisyardandgarden，whichheworkedhimself。HewastheonlymaninMoonstonewhowassuccessfulatgrowingramblerroses，andhisstrawberrieswerefamous。OnemorningwhenTheawasdowntownonanerrand，thedoctorstoppedher，tookherhandandwentoverherwithaquizzicaleye，ashenearlyalwaysdidwhentheymet。

"Youhaven’tbeenuptomyplacetogetanystraw—

berriesyet，Thea。They’reattheirbestjustnow。Mrs。

Archiedoesn’tknowwhattodowiththemall。Comeupthisafternoon。JusttellMrs。ArchieIsentyou。Bringabigbasketandpicktillyouaretired。"

WhenshegothomeTheatoldhermotherthatshedidn’twanttogo，becauseshedidn’tlikeMrs。Archie。

"Sheiscertainlyonequeerwoman，"Mrs。Kronborg<p33>

assented，"buthe’saskedyousooften，Iguessyou’llhavetogothistime。Shewon’tbiteyou。"

AfterdinnerTheatookabasket，putThorinhisbaby—

buggy，andsetoutforDr。Archie’shouseattheotherendoftown。Assoonasshecamewithinsightofthehouse，sheslackenedherpace。Sheapproacheditveryslowly，stoppingoftentopickdandelionsandsand—peasforThortocrushupinhisfist。

Itwashiswife’scustom，assoonasDr。Archieleftthehouseinthemorning，toshutallthedoorsandwindowstokeepthedustout，andtopulldowntheshadestokeepthesunfromfadingthecarpets。Shethought，too，thatneighborswerelesslikelytodropinifthehousewasclosedup。Shewasoneofthosepeoplewhoarestingywithoutmotiveorreason，evenwhentheycangainnothingbyit。

Shemusthaveknownthatskimpingthedoctorinheatandfoodmadehimmoreextravagantthanhewouldhavebeenhadshemadehimcomfortable。Henevercamehomeforlunch，becauseshegavehimsuchmiserablescrapsandshredsoffood。Nomatterhowmuchmilkhebought，hecouldnevergetthickcreamforhisstrawberries。Evenwhenhewatchedhiswifeliftitfromthemilkinsmooth，ivory—coloredblankets，shemanaged，bysomesleight—of—

hand，todiluteitbeforeitgottothebreakfasttable。Thebutcher’sfavoritejokewasaboutthekindofmeathesoldMrs。Archie。Shefeltnointerestinfoodherself，andshehatedtoprepareit。ShelikednothingbetterthantohaveDr。ArchiegotoDenverforafewdays——heoftenwentchieflybecausehewashungry——andtobeleftalonetoeatcannedsalmonandtokeepthehouseshutupfrommorninguntilnight。

Mrs。Archiewouldnothaveaservantbecause，shesaid，"theyatetoomuchandbroketoomuch"；sheevensaidtheyknewtoomuch。Sheusedwhatmindshehadindevisingshiftstominimizeherhousework。Sheusedtotellherneighborsthatiftherewerenomen，therewould<p34>

benohousework。WhenMrs。Archiewasfirstmarried，shehadbeenalwaysinapanicforfearshewouldhavechildren。Nowthatherapprehensionsonthatscorehadgrownpaler，shewasalmostasmuchafraidofhavingdustinthehouseasshehadoncebeenofhavingchildreninit。

Ifdustdidnotgetin，itdidnothavetobegotout，shesaid。

Shewouldtakeanyamountoftroubletoavoidtrouble。

Why，nobodyknew。Certainlyherhusbandhadneverbeenabletomakeherout。Suchlittle，meannaturesareamongthedarkestandmostbafflingofcreatedthings。

Thereisnolawbywhichtheycanbeexplained。Theor—

dinaryincentivesofpainandpleasuredonotaccountfortheirbehavior。Theylivelikeinsects，absorbedinpettyactivitiesthatseemtohavenothingtodowithanygenialaspectofhumanlife。

Mrs。Archie，asMrs。Kronborgsaid，"likedtogad。"

Shelikedtohaveherhouseclean，empty，dark，locked，andtobeoutofit——anywhere。Achurchsocial，aprayermeeting，aten—centshow；sheseemedtohavenoprefer—