e fairy world, we could that night have believed in
_Peas-Blossom_ and _Mustard Seed_. Could we not, Rose?"

Rose sighed. "It was during that walk I began to love Antony. What
heavenly murmurings there were in the pine tops! and we stood still to
hear a little bird repeating its song in its dream. And the sound of
the waterfall! And the brush of the owlet's wing in the darksome path!
Do you remember, Yanna?"

"I remember."

"And now, to think I am going into a world so different; a world where
the milliner, and the modiste, and the tailor 'are throned powers, and
share the general state.' Is that correctly quoted? Then, too, Harry
will be in Wall Street; and you know what that means?"

"I do not think I do, Rose."

"It means men rushing through life, pushing and being pushed,
splashing and being splashed, caring for nothing but money, willing to
give up every book that was ever written, from Homer to Kipling, for a
'rise' of twenty cents. I will except the Bible; for your broker, as a
general thing, respects God, though he does give his life to Mammon."

Thus they chattered on every subject which touched, or was likely to
touch, their lives. And just before dark Yanna rose and lit the lamps,
and Betta came in and swept the hearth, and piled more logs on the
fire, and then brought in the tea tray. It was not then long before
Peter and Antony came in together, and found Rose snugly resting
herself in Peter's big chair. Her fair head made a light among its
crimson shadows, and her little feet were stretched out before the
blaze on a crimson cushion. The position was not an accidental one.
Rose knew it was becoming, and when Antony stood entranced and
speechless, he only paid her the compliment she expected. Then there
was a pretty little scene with Peter. She acknowledged her invasion of
his rights, and insisted on placing him in his own chair; and this she
did with so many charming words and attitudes that both Peter and
Antony were delighted to be obedient to the lovely despot.

In fact, she had purposely come to win all hearts, and to leave behind
herself a memory without a shadow; and Yanna was womanly and sweet,
and divined her intent, and helped her to accomplish it. She put out
of her mind her own disappointment; she rose to her highest
cheerfulness, she made opportunities for Rose to exhibit all the best
and cleverest sides of her character; and until she had sent her away
shawled, and wrapped, and safely t