o full of narration and too excited by the
envious regard of untraveled playmates to trouble overmuch about that
scene in the long drawing-room which she had never clearly understood.
The first monthly payment of her allowance failed to connect itself in
her mind with the journey. Her predominant emotion on the subject of
legacies was one of ardent gratitude to Jimmie. He had given her a
quarter out of the change they had received at the toyshop where they
had purchased the most beautiful sloop-yacht they had ever seen or
dreamed of. A quarter for her very own; Jimmie's generosity and
condescension extended even further than this. He also allowed her, the
day being warm, to carry the yacht for a considerable part of their
homeward journey, and, when the treasure was exhibited upon the topmost
of their own front steps, he allowed her twice to pull the sails up and
down. When he went to Central Park to sail the _Jennie H_, that being as
near the feminine form of Jimmie Hawtry as their learning carried them,
James, Junior, frequently allowed his sister to accompany him and his
envious fellows. Then it was her proud privilege to watch the _Jennie
H's_ wavering course and to rush around the margin of the lake ready to
"stand by" to receive her beloved bowsprit wherever she should dock.
Then all proudly would she set the rudder straight again and turn the
_Jennie H_ back to the landing-stage where Jimmie, surrounded by his
cohorts, all calm and cool in his magnificence, awaited this first
evidence of "the trend of Cecelia Anne's inclinations."

Not quite a year elapsed before Mr. Hawtry's genial co-trustee visited
his little ward. The reading of the will had taken place in November,
and on the last week of the following June, Mr. Debrett, chancing to be
in New York, decided to cultivate the acquaintance of Cecelia Anne. Mrs.
Hawtry and the twins were by this time settled in their country home in
Westchester, and Debrett, driving up from the station in the evening
with Mr. Hawtry, found it difficult to accept the freckled, barelegged,
blue-jumpered form which he saw in the garden, polishing the spokes of a
bicycle, as the ward who had lived all these months in his memory: a
fragile little figure in funeral black. Never had he seen so altered a
child, he assured Mrs. Hawtry with many congratulations. She seemed
taller, heavier, more self-assured. But the smile with which she put a
greasy little hand into his extended hand was mi