both to being taxed and to
the alternative of corrupting the gentlemen who lie in wait at the
receipt of customs."

"Of course the answer is that Americans should buy at home," replied
Shirley. She received her change, and Armitage placed his small package
in his pocket.

"My brother expected to meet me here; he ran off with our carriage,"
Shirley explained.

"These last errands are always trying--there are innumerable things one
would like to come back for from mid-ocean, tariff or no tariff."

"There's the wireless," said Shirley. "In time we shall be able to commit
our afterthoughts to it. But lost views can hardly be managed that way.
After I get home I shall think of scores of things I should like to see
again--that photographs don't give."

"Such as--?"

"Oh--the way the Pope looks when he gives his blessing at St. Peter's;
and the feeling you have when you stand by Napoleon's tomb--the awfulness
of what he did and was--and being here in Switzerland, where I always
feel somehow the pressure of all the past of Europe about me. Now,"--and
she laughed lightly,--"I have made a most serious confession."

"It is a new idea--that of surveying the ages from these mountains. They
must be very wise after all these years, and they have certainly seen men
and nations do many evil and wretched things. But the history of the
world is all one long romance--a tremendous story."

"That is what makes me sorry to go home," said Shirley meditatively. "We
are so new--still in the making, and absurdly raw. When we have a war, it
is just politics, with scandals about what the soldiers have to eat, and
that sort of thing; and there's a fuss about pensions, and the heroic
side of it is lost."

"But it is easy to overestimate the weight of history and tradition. The
glory of dead Caesar doesn't do the peasant any good. When you see
Italian laborers at work in America digging ditches or laying railroad
ties, or find Norwegian farmers driving their plows into the new hard
soil of the Dakotas, you don't think of their past as much as of their
future--the future of the whole human race."

Armitage had been the subject of so much jesting between Dick and herself
that it seemed strange to be talking to him. His face brightened
pleasantly when he spoke; his eyes were grayer than she had mockingly
described them for her brother's benefit the day before. His manner was
gravely courteous, and she did not at all believe that he had follo