en decently.

This morning she had come down early and looked to his coffee herself.
It was a slight thing, but she had awakened with a desire to do
something positive and personal for him. She had been satisfied when
he exclaimed, without knowing the part she played in it:--

"This coffee is bully!"

It had started the day right and given her a lightness of spirit that
was reflected in her talk and even in her smiles. She had smiled from
within. She was quite sure that the day had been a success, and that
so far, at any rate, Monte had not been either bored or worried.
Sitting there in the dark, she felt strangely elated over the fact.
She had been able to send her fairy prince to his sleep contented. It
gave her a motherly feeling of a task well done. After all, Monte was
scarcely more than a boy.

Her thoughts went back to the phrase he had used at the end of the
day's journey.

"We aren't getting anywhere, are we?" he had asked.

At the moment she had not thought he meant anything more than he said.
He seldom did. It was restful to know that she need never look for
hidden meanings in his chance remarks. He meant only that there was no
haste; that it made no difference when they reached this town or that.

They had no destination.

That was true, and yet the thought disturbed her a trifle. It did not
seem quite right for Monte to have no destination. He was worth
something more than merely to revolve in a circle. He should have a
Holy Grail. Give him something to fight for, and he would fight hard.
Twice to-day she had caught a light in his eyes that had suggested this
to her--a clean, white light that had hinted of a Monte with a
destination. But would not that destroy the very poise that made him
just Monte?

It was too puzzling a question for her own peace of mind. She turned
away from it and slowly began to take down her hair.

On and on they went the third day--straight on--with their destination
still hidden. That night, when again alone, she sat even longer by her
open window than she had yesterday, instead of going to bed and to
sleep, which would have been the sensible thing to do. In some ways
this had been rather a more exciting day than the others. Again she
had risen early and come down to order his coffee; but he too must have
risen early, for he had come upon her as she was giving her
instructions. It had been an embarrassing moment for her, and she had
tried to carry it