novels. I think, however, she has the grace
to be ashamed of it, for she blushed scarlet when I handed her "A Modern
Circe." I could have told her that such a blush on such a cheek would
atone for reading Mrs. Southworth, but I refrained. After she had gone I
discovered a slip of paper which had blown under some stones. It proved
to be an itinerary. I didn't return it. I thought they must know which
way they were going; and as this was precisely what I wanted to know, I
kept it for my own use. She is doing the cathedral towns. I am doing
the cathedral towns. Happy thought! Why shouldn't we do them
together,--we and aunt Celia?

I had only ten minutes--to catch my train for Salisbury, but I concluded
to run in and glance at the registers of the principal hotels. Found my
nut-brown mayde at once on the pages of the Royal Garden Inn register:
"Miss Celia Van Tyck, Beverly, Mass.; Miss Katharine Schuyler, New York."
I concluded to stay over another train, ordered dinner, and took an
altogether indefensible and inconsistent pleasure in writing "John Quincy
Copley, Cambridge, Mass.," directly beneath the charmer's autograph.

SHE

SALISBURY, _June_ 1
The White Hart Inn.

We left Winchester on the 1.06 train yesterday, and here we are within
sight of another superb and ancient pile of stone. I wanted so much to
stop at the Highflyer Inn in Lark Lane, but aunt Celia said that if we
were destitute of personal dignity, we at least owed something to our
ancestors. Aunt Celia has a temperamental distrust of joy as something
dangerous and ensnaring. She doesn't realize what fun it would be to
date one's letters from the Highflyer Inn, Lark Lane, even if one were
obliged to consort with poachers and cockneys in order to do it.

We attended service at three. The music was lovely, and there were
beautiful stained-glass windows by Burne-Jones and Morris. The verger
(when wound up with a shilling) talked like an electric doll. If that
nice young man is making a cathedral tour, like ourselves, he isn't
taking our route, for he isn't here. If he has come over for the purpose
of sketching, he wouldn't stop at sketching one cathedral. Perhaps he
began at the other end and worked down to Winchester. Yes, that must be
it, for the Ems sailed yesterday from Southampton.