aint, delightful,
clean, watery Holland, and Moscow, and India."

"There is too much for one lifetime. I wonder if we _do_ come back and
take some of the pleasures in the life afterward? But then we don't
remember what has gone before, so where is the benefit?"

"There are ever so many new girls," said Daisy presently.

"I wonder if we haven't a small share of duty towards them," remarked
Helen, considering. "I thought it lovely of you girls to come and
welcome me when I was a stranger."

"Roxy was splendid at that. I am not sure but there was some curiosity
in it. She liked to get down to the bottom of a girl's soul and life and
know all that had happened to her. And she was very amusing with her
bright comments and comparisons. I was desperately in love with her at
first," and Daisy colored warmly. "Then she said little things about
other girls that I didn't like. And you were so upright, so generous in
your criticisms, so ready to make allowance. And after all that mistake
about Miss Craven she was very unwilling to own she had been wrong.
Wasn't I fearfully jealous? Didn't I act like a fiend?"

There were tears in Daisy's eyes.

Helen gave a vague smile.

"I can see now that it was somewhat due to Roxy's influence. She kept
saying you were so bewitched about her, and that you were on the lookout
for new sensations, that you tried on friendships and then cast them
off. I think that was what _she_ did. What a foolishly miserable girl I
was, but I _did_ love you. And I do, I shall."

Helen kissed her fondly.

"And mamma thought it was very kind in you to take up Miss Craven. She
is curiously interested in her, wondering how she will develop. Papa
says the Craven mines are remarkable, the new one with all that hematite
is a fortune by itself. I hope she comes back."

That evening they made acquaintance with a few of the new girls. And the
next day came a crowd, new and old, Miss Craven among them.

Juliet Craven had changed wonderfully under the influence of a woman who
had always longed for a daughter and had three sons instead. There was a
brightness about her, a kind of new interest that shone in her eyes and
brought a tint to her cheeks. A little contrast would have made her
quite a pretty girl, for her features were fairly good, but she was too
much of a nondescript.

For the first time she had known personal interest and affection from a
woman who might have been her mother, and who certainly had no