a whole range of new qualities, dormant
during her governess life. Nobody knew better than she how to manage a
house and guide a family. The girls soon felt that Auntie might have
been a mother all her days, she was so thoroughly motherly and they gave
up every thing into her hands.

So the whole matter was settled, David rejoicing exceedingly, and
considering it "jolly fun," and quite like a bit out of a play, that his
former governess should come back as his tenant, and inhabit the old
familiar cottage.

"And I'll take a run over to see you as soon as the long vacation begins,
just to teach the young ladies golfing. Mr. Roy taught all us boys, you
know; and we'll take that very walk he used to take us, across the Links
and along the sands to the Eden. Wasn't it the river Eden, Miss
Williams? I am sure I remember it. I think I am very good at
remembering."

Other people were also "good at remembering." During the first few
weeks after they settled down at St. Andrews the girls noticed that
Auntie became excessively pale, and was sometimes quite "distrait" and
bewildered-looking, which was little wonder, considering all she had to
do and arrange. But she got better in time. The cottage was so sweet,
the sea so fresh, the whole place so charming. Slowly, Miss Williams's
ordinary looks returned--the "good" looks which her girls so
energetically protested she had now, if never before. They never allowed
her to confess herself old by caps or shawls, or any of those pretty
temporary hindrances to the march of Time. She resisted not; she let
them dress her as they please, in a reasonable way, for she felt they
loved her; and as to her age, why, _she_ knew it, and knew that nothing
could alter it, so what did it matter? She smiled, and tried to look as
nice and as young as she could for her girls' sake.

I suppose there are such things as broken or breaking hearts, even at St.
Andrews, but it is certainly not a likely place for them. They have
little chance against the fresh, exhilarating air, strong as new wine;
the wild sea waves, the soothing sands, giving with health of body
wholesomeness of mind. By-and-by the busy world recovered its old face
to Fortune Williams--not the world as she once dreamed of it, but the
real world, as she had fought it through it all these years.

"I was ever a fighter, so one fight more!" as she read sometimes in the
"pretty" poetry her girls were always asking for--read stea