norable, unstained name,
even if it is Hogg. You might as well give up, mother! If the dearest,
best, most delightful man in the world loves me, I shall marry him,
name and all."

"I do not regard it as settled," replied Mrs. Valentine calmly. "The
young man may not think you so desirable when he learns that my
refusal to accept him as a son-in-law means that he must take you
without any income. Your dear father must have foreseen some such
tragedy when he left all his money in my care!"

"Duke will take me without a penny!" cried Dorothea hotly. "I would
stake my life on that!"

"Don't be melodramatic, Dorothea. We shall see in time. It is just
possible that the young man may not be greedy, and so belie his name."
This was Mrs. Valentine's last shaft as Dorothea walked out of the
room with her chin in the air.

* * * * *

S.S. Diana, January 26, 1918

St. Thomas, and Charlotte Amalia, the little town for which I was
named, looked so lovely when we landed early this morning that I felt
a positive thrill of pride.

This halfway house of the sea, this gateway of the Caribbean, as it
has been picturesquely called, seemed, as Dolly and I climbed the
hills and the stone stairways, to materialize into a birthplace
instead of a vague dream. A year ago, with the _Dannebrog_, the
scarlet, white-crossed banner of Denmark, floating over the red Danish
fortress on the water-front, I might have felt an alien, but the Stars
and Stripes made me feel at home and I could only remember that my
father and mother met and loved each other in this little Paradise,
and that when I was born there they were the two happiest people under
the sun. If they could have seen their daughter saluting the American
flag so near the very spot in which she first saw the light, they
would have been comforted, I am sure, instead of repining that they
had both been taken away when she most needed their love and
protection.

Such a view from Diana's deck as we crept into the wonderful harbor! A
background of towering green hills and a dazzling blue of velvet sky
and crystal sea, like that of Algiers, greeted our enchanted gaze!
Like some of the coast towns of Italy, Charlotte Amalia is gay with
color, and its white, red-roofed villas nestle among their luxuriant
gardens and tropical foliage, standing out in a perfect riot of orange
and yellow, blue and red.

Never, s