give them a chance of developing upon really strong lines if you
don't do so. Intuitions are bound to become weak and flabby if you are
always coddling them and hesitating whether to let them feel their
feet. An intuition that comes to you deprecatingly, and hints that it
does not expect to be trusted, is a useless thing that is dying of
starvation. _My_ intuitions are healthy and reliable because I believe
in them and treat them as advisers, and am becomingly deferential.
It's nice to feel that your Inner Self likes you too well to lead you
astray.

I wrote several letters and chuckled to myself when I thought of the
effect they would produce in certain quarters. I am just a nonentity,
of course, in the city of London, and nobody outside of it ever heard
of me so far as I know, and I am my own mistress, without a relative of
any kind to lay a restraining hand upon my actions; yet there are just
two or three people who will be interested in this new phase of madness.

I can see Madam Rusty adjust her pince-nez and scan the postmark
carefully before unfolding my note. And I dare bet anything that the
glasses will fly the full length of the chain when she finds she has to
pack up my belongings and despatch them to Windyridge. I always carry
my cheque book with me in case of emergencies, so I have sent her a
blank cheque "under five pounds" to cover her charges. I guess there
won't be much change out of that when madam has filled it in.

And Rose! I wonder what Rose will say. I think she will be rather
sorry, but she has many other friends and will soon console herself.
And, after all, she _did_ say I was "_swanky_"; but I daresay I shall
ask her down some day, and I am sure she will attend to the little
matters I have mentioned.

I paid my bill, and by ten o'clock was once more in the Fawkshill car;
but I went inside this time, and closed my eyes and dreamed dreams. I
got rid of the factory chimneys that way.

It was approaching twelve when I walked up the garden path to my new
abode, and heard the joyful "Yes, love!" of my new mother. She could
not forbear giving me one peep into my own cottage as we passed the
door. A cheerful fire was blazing in the grate, the rug was in its
place, the mattress and all its belongings were heaped around the
hearth, and the clock upon the wall was ticking away in homeliest
fashion and preparing to strike the noontide hour. There was not a
speck of dust anywhere. Eviden