building on it."

"I thought you were," said H lne. "Don't build too confidently. Lew has
a strain of constancy in him. It's quite unconscious, but it's there.
Just add my theory to yours."

"What's your theory?" asked Leighton.

"My theory," said H lne, "is that little girl Natalie. I don't suppose
she's little now."

Leighton frowned.

"Do you know where Natalie is living? She's _there_." His brow clouded
with thoughts of the scene of his bitter love.

H lne understood.

"I know. I thought so," she said.

"I'll send Lewis to her."

"No, Glen," said H lne softly, "you'll take him to her."

When all was ready for the start, Nelton appeared before Leighton.

"Please, sir," he said, "I've taken the liberty of packing my bags, too,
thank, you, sir. I thought, sir, since you're both going, the flat might
be locked up."

"Well," said Leighton, "I suppose it might for once. Where are you off
to?"

"Why, with you, sir. If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to see this
America."

Leighton smiled.

"Come along, by all means, Nelton," he said. "Go ahead with the baggage,
and see that Master Lewis and I get a compartment to ourselves. Here's
half a crown."

Leighton and Lewis were not traveling with the rush of the traffic. It
was too early in the year. While the boat was not crowded, it was by no
means deserted. It had just that number of passengers on board which an
old traveler would like to stipulate for on buying his ticket; enough to
keep the saloons from hollow echoes, and not enough to block even a
single deck.

"Are these all Americans?" asked Lewis on their third day out.

Leighton glanced rapidly up and down the deck.

"No," he said, "there's hardly a typical American in the lot. Wrong time
of year. You see there are more men than women. That's a sure sign this
isn't an American pleasure-boat. There are a good many English on board,
the traveling kind. They're going over to 'do' America before the heat
comes on. What Americans you see are tainted."

"What's a tainted American?" asked Lewis.

"I'm a tainted American, and you are," said Leighton. "A tainted
American is one who has lived so long abroad that he goes to America on
business."

CHAPTER XLII

The house that Aunt Jed had left to Natalie stood on the lip of a vast
basin. From its veranda one looked down into a peaceful cup of life. The
variegated green of the valley proclaimed to the wandering eye,

"All sorts are here