After tea that evening Mrs. Spring Fragrance stood musing at her front window. The sun hovered over the Olympic mountains like a great, golden red-bird with dark purple wings, its long tail of light trailing underneath in the waters of Puget Sound.
"How very beautiful!" exclaimed Mrs. Spring Fragrance; then she sighed.
"Why do you sigh?" asked Mr. Spring Fragrance.
"My heart is sad," answered his wife.
"Is the cat sick?" inquired Mr. Spring Fragrance.
Mrs. Spring Fragrance shook her head. "It is not our Wise One who troubles me today," she replied. "It is our neighbors. The sorrow of the Carman household is that the mother desires for her son the Superior Woman, and his heart enshrines but the Inferior. I have seen them together today, and I know."
"What do you know?"
"That the Inferior Woman is the mate for young Carman."
Mr. Spring Fragrance elevated his brows. Only the day before, his wife's arguments had all been in favor of the Superior Woman. He uttered some words expressive of surprise, to which Mrs. Spring Fragrance retorted:
