Anna Chapin Ray

“ Her step steadied and grew swifter, as she came in sight of the gray circle of light at the far end of the passage, and she dashed through it and out into the dazzling sunshine at a pace which narrowly escaped demolishing a solitary figure who stood facing the opening in the earth. ”

“ She is only—"
"An American," Janet said, with sudden viciousness, as she slid down from the edge of the table. But she stopped beside her mother's chair and threw her arms around Mrs. Leslie's neck. "Never mind, mummy," she said philosophically. "At least, he will keep Day busy, so we sha'n't be troubled with either of them." And, bending down to kiss her mother, she went away out of the room, humming to herself in determined disregard of the American invasion of her home. As a rule, Janet Leslie was resolved to make the best of things, even of the present prospect of another Argyle. ”

“ I know it."
"Then what in the world did you come out here for?" she demanded, forgetting Ronald entirely in the new problem which faced her.
"I came out to go to New York," the stranger reiterated. "Later, I may spend the winter in Quebec; that is, if I can keep from being cold." He paused and peered at the girl near-sightedly, while he fell to fumbling about in his pockets. "Here is my card," he added.
Day glanced at the card which he held out to her. Sir George Porteous, London, it read.
"Thank you," she said hurriedly. "It's all right; I am glad to meet you. ”

“ All that past summer, Janet had sat by and watched Ronald's growing friendship with another American girl, watched it without a spark of jealousy. But Day was different.
"Save the bowl, Janet!"
The girl's face cleared at the laughing admonition.
"It wasn't just the eggs," she answered. "I was beating—"
"Well?"
"Things. Oh, mummy, I do wish you didn't have to work so hard," she burst out suddenly.
Crossing the room, Mrs. Leslie rested her hands on the slim shoulders.
"Work doesn't hurt people, dearie. It is only worry that hurts ”