All unconscious of these plans for her future, the object of them sped homeward. Turning a corner sharply she almost ran into Mary Genung and the latter laughingly called,—"Eletheer De Vere, do you mean that as a cut direct?"
"Certainly not, Mary, I confess to absent-*mindedness. Come along home with me."
"I've just been there. Your mother told me that you were at Dr. Brinton's and that I might meet you. Let's go after rhododendrons in the paper-mill woods. Please don't refuse."
"I've no such intention," laughed Eletheer as she followed her companion to where, as children, they had spent many, many happy hours together. How long ago that seemed now—and she listened mechanically while her friend pointed out critically the architectural beauty of several newly erected buildings. They were passing the old Reformed Dutch Church when Mary exclaimed,—"To my mind, no structure in the city can approach this. In its chaste Corinthian lines, it is
