author - "Robert Hugh Benson"

miled slowly, showing a row of very white, strong teeth."I know, auntie," she said. "No; I shouldn't think Laurie'll mind much. Perhaps he'll go back to town in the morning, too." "No, my dear, he's staying till Thursday." * * * * * There fell again one of those pleasant silences that are possible in the country. Outside the garden, with the meadows beyond the village road, lay in that sweet September hush of sunlight and mellow color that seemed to embalm the