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AnditwasSummer，beautifulSummer！\"ThoseweretheclosingwordsofThea’sfavoritefairytale，andshethoughtofthemassheranoutintotheworldoneSaturdaymorninginMay，hermusicbookunderherarm。
ShewasgoingtotheKohlers’totakeherlesson，butshewasinnohurry。
Itwasinthesummerthatonereallylived。Thenallthelittleovercrowdedhouseswereopenedwide，andthewindblewthroughthemwithsweet，earthysmellsofgarden—planting。Thetownlookedasifithadjustbeenwashed。Peoplewereoutpaintingtheirfences。Thecotton—
woodtreeswerea—flickerwithsticky，yellowlittleleaves，andthefeatherytamariskswereinpinkbud。Withthewarmweathercamefreedomforeverybody。Peopleweredugup，asitwere。Theveryoldpeople，whomonehadnotseenallwinter，cameoutandsunnedthemselvesintheyard。Thedoublewindowsweretakenoffthehouses，thetormentingflannelsinwhichchildrenhadbeenencasedallwinterwereputawayinboxes，andtheyoungstersfeltapleasureinthecoolcottonthingsnexttheirskin。
TheahadtowalkmorethanamiletoreachtheKohlers’
house，averypleasantmileoutoftowntowardtheglitter—
ingsandhills，——yellowthismorning，withlinesofdeepvioletwherethecleftsandvalleyswere。Shefollowedthesidewalktothedepotatthesouthendofthetown；thentooktheroadeasttothelittlegroupofadobehouseswheretheMexicanslived，thendroppedintoadeepravine；adrysandcreek，acrosswhichtherailroadtrackranonatrestle。
Beyondthatgulch，onalittleriseofgroundthatfacedtheopensandyplain，wastheKohlers’house，whereProfessorWunschlived。FritzKohlerwasthetowntailor，oneofthe
firstsettlers。Hehadmovedthere，builtalittlehouseandmadeagarden，whenMoonstonewasfirstmarkeddownonthemap。Hehadthreesons，buttheynowworkedontherailroadandwerestationedindistantcities。OneofthemhadgonetoworkfortheSantaFe，andlivedinNewMexico。
Mrs。KohlerseldomcrossedtheravineandwentintothetownexceptatChristmas—time，whenshehadtobuypres—
entsandChristmascardstosendtoheroldfriendsinFreeport，Illinois。Asshedidnotgotochurch，shedidnotpossesssuchathingasahat。Yearafteryearsheworethesameredhoodinwinterandablacksunbonnetinsummer。
Shemadeherowndresses；theskirtscamebarelytohershoe—tops，andweregatheredasfullastheycouldpossiblybetothewaistband。Shepreferredmen’sshoes，andusu—
allyworethecast—offsofoneofhersons。ShehadneverlearnedmuchEnglish，andherplantsandshrubswerehercompanions。Shelivedforhermenandhergarden。Besidethatsandgulch，shehadtriedtoreproduceabitofherownvillageintheRhineValley。Shehidherselfbehindthegrowthshehadfostered，livedundertheshadeofwhatshehadplantedandwateredandpruned。Intheblazeoftheopenplainshewasstupidandblindlikeanowl。Shade，shade；thatwaswhatshewasalwaysplanningandmaking。
Behindthehightamariskhedge，hergardenwasajungleofverdureinsummer。Abovethecherrytreesandpeachtreesandgoldenplumsstoodthewindmill，withitstankonstilts，whichkeptallthisverdurealive。Outside，thesage—brushgrewuptotheveryedgeofthegarden，andthesandwasalwaysdriftinguptothetamarisks。
EveryoneinMoonstonewasastonishedwhentheKohlerstookthewanderingmusic—teachertolivewiththem。InseventeenyearsoldFritzhadneverhadacrony，excepttheharness—makerandSpanishJohnny。ThisWunschcamefromGodknewwhere，——followedSpanishJohnnyintotownwhenthatwanderercamebackfromone
ofhistramps。Wunschplayedinthedanceorchestra，tunedpianos，andgavelessons。WhenMrs。Kohlerrescuedhim，hewassleepinginadirty，unfurnishedroomoveroneofthesaloons，andhehadonlytwoshirtsintheworld。
Oncehewasunderherroof，theoldwomanwentathimasshedidathergarden。Shesewedandwashedandmendedforhim，andmadehimsocleanandrespectablethathewasabletogetalargeclassofpupilsandtorentapiano。Assoonashehadmoneyahead，hesenttotheNarrowGaugelodging—house，inDenver，foratrunkfulofmusicwhichhadbeenheldthereforunpaidboard。Withtearsinhiseyestheoldman——hewasnotoverfifty，butsadlybat—
tered——toldMrs。KohlerthatheaskednothingbetterofGodthantoendhisdayswithher，andtobeburiedinthegarden，underherlindentrees。TheywerenotAmericanbasswood，buttheEuropeanlinden，whichhashoney—
coloredbloomsinsummer，withafragrancethatsur—
passesalltreesandflowersanddrivesyoungpeoplewildwithjoy。
TheawasreflectingasshewalkedalongthathaditnotbeenforProfessorWunschshemighthavelivedonforyearsinMoonstonewithouteverknowingtheKohlers，withouteverseeingtheirgardenortheinsideoftheirhouse。Besidesthecuckooclock，——whichwaswonderfulenough，andwhichMrs。Kohlersaidshekeptfor\"companywhenshewaslonesome，\"——theKohlershadintheirhousethemostwonderfulthingTheahadeverseen——butofthatlater。
ProfessorWunschwenttothehousesofhisotherpupilstogivethemtheirlessons，butonemorninghetoldMrs。
KronborgthatTheahadtalent，andthatifshecametohimhecouldteachherinhisslippers，andthatwouldbebetter。Mrs。Kronborgwasastrangewoman。Thatword\"talent，\"whichnooneelseinMoonstone，notevenDr。Archie，wouldhaveunderstood，shecomprehendedperfectly。Toanyotherwomanthere，itwouldhavemeant
thatachildmusthaveherhaircurledeverydayandmustplayinpublic。Mrs。KronborgknewitmeantthatTheamustpracticefourhoursaday。Achildwithtalentmustbekeptatthepiano，justasachildwithmeaslesmustbekeptundertheblankets。Mrs。Kronborgandherthreesistershadallstudiedpiano，andallsangwell，butnoneofthemhadtalent。TheirfatherhadplayedtheoboeinanorchestrainSweden，beforehecametoAmericatobetterhisfortunes。HehadevenknownJennyLind。Achildwithtalenthadtobekeptatthepiano；sotwiceaweekinsum—
merandonceaweekinwinterTheawentoverthegulchtotheKohlers’，thoughtheLadies’AidSocietythoughtitwasnotproperfortheirpreacher’sdaughtertogo\"wheretherewassomuchdrinking。\"NotthattheKohlersonseversomuchaslookedataglassofbeer。Theywereashamedoftheiroldfolksandgotoutintotheworldasfastaspossible；hadtheirclothesmadebyaDenvertailorandtheirnecksshavedupundertheirhairandforgotthepast。OldFritzandWunsch，however，indulgedinafriendlybottleprettyoften。Thetwomenwerelikecom—
rades；perhapsthebondbetweenthemwastheglasswhereinlosthopesarefound；perhapsitwascommonmemoriesofanothercountry；perhapsitwasthegrapevineinthegar—
den——knotty，fibrousshrub，fullofhomesicknessandsenti—
ment，whichtheGermanshavecarriedaroundtheworldwiththem。
AsTheaapproachedthehouseshepeepedbetweenthepinkspraysofthetamariskhedgeandsawtheProfessorandMrs。Kohlerinthegarden，spadingandraking。Thegardenlookedlikearelief—mapnow，andgavenoindicationofwhatitwouldbeinAugust；suchajungle！Polebeansandpotatoesandcornandleeksandkaleandredcabbage——therewouldevenbevegetablesforwhichthereisnoAmericanname。Mrs。KohlerwasalwaysgettingbymailpackagesofseedsfromFreeportandfromtheoldcountry。
Thentheflowers！Therewerebigsunflowersforthecanary
bird，tigerliliesandphloxandzinniasandlady’s—slippersandportulacaandhollyhocks，——gianthollyhocks。Besidethefruittreestherewasagreatumbrella—shapedcatalpa，andabalm—of—Gilead，twolindens，andevenaginka，——arigid，pointedtreewithleavesshapedlikebutterflies，whichshivered，butneverbenttothewind。
ThismorningTheasawtoherdelightthatthetwoole—
andertrees，onewhiteandonered，hadbeenbroughtupfromtheirwinterquartersinthecellar。ThereishardlyaGermanfamilyinthemostaridpartsofUtah，NewMex—
ico，Arizona，buthasitsoleandertrees。HoweverloutishtheAmerican—bornsonsofthefamilymaybe，therewasneveronewhorefusedtogivehismuscletotheback—break—
ingtaskofgettingthosetubbedtreesdownintothecellarinthefallandupintothesunlightinthespring。Theymaystrivetoaverttheday，buttheygrapplewiththetubatlast。
WhenTheaenteredthegate，herprofessorleanedhisspadeagainstthewhitepostthatsupportedtheturreteddove—house，andwipedhisfacewithhisshirt—sleeve；some—
wayhenevermanagedtohaveahandkerchiefabouthim。
Wunschwasshortandstocky，withsomethingroughandbear—likeabouthisshoulders。Hisfacewasadark，brickyred，deeplycreasedratherthanwrinkled，andtheskinwaslikelooseleatheroverhisneckband——heworeabrasscollarbuttonbutnocollar。Hishairwascroppedclose；
iron—graybristlesonabullet—likehead。Hiseyeswerealwayssuffusedandbloodshot。Hehadacoarse，scornfulmouth，andirregular，yellowteeth，muchwornattheedges。
Hishandsweresquareandred，seldomclean，butalwaysalive，impatient，evensympathetic。
\"MORGEN，\"hegreetedhispupilinabusinesslikeway，putonablackalpacacoat，andconductedheratoncetothepianoinMrs。Kohler’ssitting—room。Hetwirledthestooltotheproperheight，pointedtoit，andsatdowninawoodenchairbesideThea。
\"ThescaleofBflatmajor，\"hedirected，andthenfellintoanattitudeofdeepattention。Withoutawordhispupilsettowork。
ToMrs。Kohler，inthegarden，camethecheerfulsoundofeffort，ofvigorousstriving。Unconsciouslyshewieldedherrakemorelightly。Occasionallysheheardtheteacher’svoice。\"ScaleofEminor……WEITER，WEITER！……IMMER
Ihearthethumb，likealamefoot。WEITER……WEITER，once；……SCHON！Thechords，quick！\"
ThepupildidnotopenhermouthuntiltheybeganthesecondmovementoftheClementisonata，whensheremon—
stratedinlowtonesaboutthewayhehadmarkedthefingeringofapassage。
\"Itmakesnomatterwhatyouthink，\"repliedherteachercoldly。\"Thereisonlyonerightway。Thethumbthere。EIN，ZWEI，DREI，VIER，\"etc。Thenforanhourtherewasnofurtherinterruption。
AttheendofthelessonTheaturnedonherstoolandleanedherarmonthekeyboard。Theyusuallyhadalittletalkafterthelesson。
HerrWunschgrinned。\"Howsoonisityouarefreefromschool？Thenwemakeaheadfaster，eh？\"
\"FirstweekinJune。Thenwillyougivemethe`Invi—
tationtotheDance’？\"
Heshruggedhisshoulders。\"Itmakesnomatter。Ifyouwanthim，youplayhimoutoflessonhours。\"
\"Allright。\"Theafumbledinherpocketandbroughtoutacrumpledslipofpaper。\"Whatdoesthismean，please？
Iguessit’sLatin。\"
Wunschblinkedatthelinepenciledonthepaper。
\"Wherefromyougetthis？\"heaskedgruffly。
\"OutofabookDr。Archiegavemetoread。It’sallEng—
lishbutthat。Didyoueverseeitbefore？\"sheasked，watchinghisface。
\"Yes。Alongtimeago，\"hemuttered，scowling。
\"Ovidius！\"Hetookastubofleadpencilfromhisvest
pocket，steadiedhishandbyavisibleeffort，andunderthewords\"LENTECURRITE，LENTECURRITE，NOCTISEQUI，\"
hewroteinaclear，elegantGothichand，——
\"GOSLOWLY，GOSLOWLY，YESTEEDSOFTHENIGHT。\"
HeputthepencilbackinhispocketandcontinuedtostareattheLatin。Itrecalledthepoem，whichhehadreadasastudent，andthoughtveryfine。Thereweretreasuresofmemorywhichnolodging—housekeepercouldattach。Onecarriedthingsaboutinone’shead，longafterone’slinencouldbesmuggledoutinatuning—bag。HehandedthepaperbacktoThea。\"ThereistheEnglish，quiteelegant，\"
hesaid，rising。
Mrs。Kohlerstuckherheadinatthedoor，andTheaslidoffthestool。\"Comein，Mrs。Kohler，\"shecalled，\"andshowmethepiece—picture。\"
Theoldwomanlaughed，pulledoffherbiggardening—
gloves，andpushedTheatotheloungebeforetheobjectofherdelight。The\"piece—picture，\"whichhungonthewallandnearlycoveredonewholeendoftheroom，wasthehandiworkofFritzKohler。Hehadlearnedhistradeunderanold—fashionedtailorinMagdeburgwhorequiredfromeachofhisapprenticesathesis：thatis，beforetheylefthisshop，eachapprenticehadtocopyinclothsomewell—
knownGermanpainting，stitchingbitsofcoloredstufftogetheronalinenbackground；akindofmosaic。Thepupilwasallowedtoselecthissubject，andFritzKohlerhadchosenapopularpaintingofNapoleon’sretreatfromMoscow。ThegloomyEmperorandhisstaffwererepre—
sentedascrossingastonebridge，andbehindthemwastheblazingcity，thewallsandfortressesdoneingrayclothwithorangetonguesofflamedartingaboutthedomesandminarets。Napoleonrodehiswhitehorse；Murat，inOri—
entaldress，abaycharger。Theawasnevertiredofexam—
iningthiswork，ofhearinghowlongithadtakenFritzto
makeit，howmuchithadbeenadmired，andwhatnarrowescapesithadhadfrommothsandfire。Silk，Mrs。Kohlerexplained，wouldhavebeenmucheasiertomanagethanwoolencloth，inwhichitwasoftenhardtogettherightshades。Thereinsofthehorses，thewheelsofthespurs，thebroodingeyebrowsoftheEmperor，Murat’sfiercemustaches，thegreatshakosoftheGuard，wereallworkedoutwiththeminutestfidelity。Thea’sadmirationforthispicturehadendearedhertoMrs。Kohler。Itwasnowmanyyearssincesheusedtopointoutitswonderstoherownlittleboys。AsMrs。Kohlerdidnotgotochurch，sheneverheardanysinging，exceptthesongsthatfloatedoverfromMexicanTown，andTheaoftensangforherafterthelessonwasover。ThismorningWunschpointedtothepiano。
\"OnSunday，whenIgobythechurch，Ihearyousingsomething。\"
Theaobedientlysatdownonthestoolagainandbegan，\"COME，YEDISCONSOLATE。\"Wunschlistenedthoughtfully，hishandsonhisknees。Suchabeautifulchild’svoice！
OldMrs。Kohler’sfacerelaxedinasmileofhappiness；
shehalfclosedhereyes。Abigflywasdartinginandoutofthewindow；thesunlightmadeagoldenpoolontheragcarpetandbathedthefadedcretonnepillowsonthelounge，underthepiece—picture。\"EARTHHASNOSORROW
THATHEAVENCANNOTHEAL，\"thesongdiedaway。
\"Thatisagoodthingtoremember，\"Wunschshookhim—
self。\"Youbelievethat？\"lookingquizzicallyatThea。
Shebecameconfusedandpeckednervouslyatablackkeywithhermiddlefinger。\"Idon’tknow。Iguessso，\"
shemurmured。
Herteacherroseabruptly。\"Remember，fornexttime，thirds。Yououghttogetupearlier。\"
ThatnighttheairwassowarmthatFritzandHerrWunschhadtheirafter—supperpipeinthegrapearbor，smokinginsilencewhilethesoundoffiddlesandguitarscameacrosstheravinefromMexicanTown。Longafter
FritzandhisoldPaulinahadgonetobed，Wunschsatmotionlessinthearbor，lookingupthroughthewoollyvineleavesattheglitteringmachineryofheaven。
\"LENTECURRITE，NOCTISEQUI。\"
Thatlineawokemanymemories。Hewasthinkingofyouth；ofhisown，solonggoneby，andofhispupil’s，justbeginning。Hewouldevenhavecherishedhopesforher，exceptthathehadbecomesuperstitious。Hebelievedthatwhateverhehopedforwasdestinednottobe；thathisaffectionbroughtill—fortune，especiallytotheyoung；thatifheheldanythinginhisthoughts，heharmedit。HehadtaughtinmusicschoolsinSt。LouisandKansasCity，wheretheshallownessandcomplacencyoftheyoungmisseshadmaddenedhim。Hehadencounteredbadmannersandbadfaith，hadbeenthevictimofsharpersofallkinds，wasdoggedbybadluck。Hehadplayedinorchestrasthatwereneverpaidandwanderingoperatroupeswhichdisbandedpenniless。Andtherewasalwaystheoldenemy，morerelentlessthantheothers。Itwaslongsincehehadwishedanythingordesiredanythingbeyondthenecessitiesofthebody。Nowthathewastemptedtohopeforanother，hefeltalarmedandshookhishead。
Itwashispupil’spowerofapplication，herruggedwill，thatinterestedhim。Hehadlivedforsolongamongpeoplewhosesoleambitionwastogetsomethingfornothingthathehadlearnednottolookforseriousnessinanything。Nowthathebychanceencounteredit，itrecalledstandards，am—
bitions，asocietylongforgot。Whatwasitsheremindedhimof？Ayellowflower，fullofsunlight，perhaps。No；athinglassfullofsweet—smelling，sparklingMosellewine。Heseemedtoseesuchaglassbeforehiminthearbor，towatchthebubblesrisingandbreaking，likethesilentdischargeofenergyinthenervesandbrain，therapidflorescenceinyoungblood——Wunschfeltashamedanddraggedhisslip—
persalongthepathtothekitchen，hiseyesontheground。
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ThechildrenintheprimarygradesweresometimesrequiredtomakereliefmapsofMoonstoneinsand。
Hadtheyusedcoloredsands，astheNavajomedicinemendointheirsandmosaics，theycouldeasilyhaveindicatedthesocialclassificationsofMoonstone，sincethesecon—
formedtocertaintopographicalboundaries，andeverychildunderstoodthemperfectly。
Themainbusinessstreetran，ofcourse，throughthecenterofthetown。Tothewestofthisstreetlivedallthepeoplewhowere，asTillieKronborgsaid，\"insociety。\"
SylvesterStreet，thethirdparallelwithMainStreetonthewest，wasthelongestintown，andthebestdwellingswerebuiltalongit。Faroutatthenorthend，nearlyamilefromthecourt—houseanditscottonwoodgrove，wasDr。Archie’shouse，itsbigyardandgardensurroundedbyawhitepalingfence。TheMethodistChurchwasinthecenterofthetown，facingthecourt—housesquare。TheKronborgslivedhalfamilesouthofthechurch，onthelongstreetthatstretchedoutlikeanarmtothedepotsettlement。ThiswasthefirststreetwestofMain，andwasbuiltuponlyononeside。Thepreacher’shousefacedthebacksofthebrickandframestorebuildingsandadrawfullofsunflowersandscrapsofoldiron。ThesidewalkwhichraninfrontoftheKronborgs’housewastheonecontinuoussidewalktothedepot，andallthetrainmenandroundhouseem—
ployeespassedthefrontgateeverytimetheycameup—
town。TheaandMrs。Kronborghadmanyfriendsamongtherailroadmen，whooftenpausedtochatacrossthefence，andofoneoftheseweshallhavemoretosay。
InthepartofMoonstonethatlayeastofMainStreet，towardthedeepravinewhich，farthersouth，woundby
MexicanTown，livedallthehumblercitizens，thepeoplewhovotedbutdidnotrunforoffice。Thehouseswerelittlestory—and—a—halfcottages，withnoneofthefussyarchi—
tecturaleffortsthatmarkedthoseonSylvesterStreet。
TheynestledmodestlybehindtheircottonwoodsandVir—
giniacreeper；theiroccupantshadnosocialpretensionstokeepup。Therewerenohalf—glassfrontdoorswithdoor—
bells，orformidableparlorsbehindclosedshutters。Heretheoldwomenwashedinthebackyard，andthemensatinthefrontdoorwayandsmokedtheirpipes。ThepeopleonSylvesterStreetscarcelyknewthatthispartofthetownexisted。ThealikedtotakeThorandherexpresswagonandexplorethesequiet，shadystreets，wherethepeoplenevertriedtohavelawnsortogrowelmsandpinetrees，butletthenativetimberhaveitswayandspreadinluxuriance。Shehadmanyfriendsthere，oldwomenwhogaveherayellowroseorasprayoftrumpetvineandappeasedThorwithacookyoradoughnut。TheycalledThea\"thatpreacher’sgirl，\"butthedemonstrativewasmisplaced，forwhentheyspokeofMr。Kronborgtheycalledhim\"theMethodistpreacher。\"
Dr。Archiewasveryproudofhisyardandgarden，whichheworkedhimself。HewastheonlymaninMoonstonewhowassuccessfulatgrowingramblerroses，andhisstrawberrieswerefamous。OnemorningwhenTheawasdowntownonanerrand，thedoctorstoppedher，tookherhandandwentoverherwithaquizzicaleye，ashenearlyalwaysdidwhentheymet。
\"Youhaven’tbeenuptomyplacetogetanystraw—
berriesyet，Thea。They’reattheirbestjustnow。Mrs。
Archiedoesn’tknowwhattodowiththemall。Comeupthisafternoon。JusttellMrs。ArchieIsentyou。Bringabigbasketandpicktillyouaretired。\"
WhenshegothomeTheatoldhermotherthatshedidn’twanttogo，becauseshedidn’tlikeMrs。Archie。
\"Sheiscertainlyonequeerwoman，\"Mrs。Kronborg
assented，\"buthe’saskedyousooften，Iguessyou’llhavetogothistime。Shewon’tbiteyou。\"
AfterdinnerTheatookabasket，putThorinhisbaby—
buggy，andsetoutforDr。Archie’shouseattheotherendoftown。Assoonasshecamewithinsightofthehouse，sheslackenedherpace。Sheapproacheditveryslowly，stoppingoftentopickdandelionsandsand—peasforThortocrushupinhisfist。
Itwashiswife’scustom，assoonasDr。Archieleftthehouseinthemorning，toshutallthedoorsandwindowstokeepthedustout，andtopulldowntheshadestokeepthesunfromfadingthecarpets。Shethought，too，thatneighborswerelesslikelytodropinifthehousewasclosedup。Shewasoneofthosepeoplewhoarestingywithoutmotiveorreason，evenwhentheycangainnothingbyit。
Shemusthaveknownthatskimpingthedoctorinheatandfoodmadehimmoreextravagantthanhewouldhavebeenhadshemadehimcomfortable。Henevercamehomeforlunch，becauseshegavehimsuchmiserablescrapsandshredsoffood。Nomatterhowmuchmilkhebought，hecouldnevergetthickcreamforhisstrawberries。Evenwhenhewatchedhiswifeliftitfromthemilkinsmooth，ivory—coloredblankets，shemanaged，bysomesleight—of—
hand，todiluteitbeforeitgottothebreakfasttable。Thebutcher’sfavoritejokewasaboutthekindofmeathesoldMrs。Archie。Shefeltnointerestinfoodherself，andshehatedtoprepareit。ShelikednothingbetterthantohaveDr。ArchiegotoDenverforafewdays——heoftenwentchieflybecausehewashungry——andtobeleftalonetoeatcannedsalmonandtokeepthehouseshutupfrommorninguntilnight。
Mrs。Archiewouldnothaveaservantbecause，shesaid，\"theyatetoomuchandbroketoomuch\"；sheevensaidtheyknewtoomuch。Sheusedwhatmindshehadindevisingshiftstominimizeherhousework。Sheusedtotellherneighborsthatiftherewerenomen，therewould
benohousework。WhenMrs。Archiewasfirstmarried，shehadbeenalwaysinapanicforfearshewouldhavechildren。Nowthatherapprehensionsonthatscorehadgrownpaler，shewasalmostasmuchafraidofhavingdustinthehouseasshehadoncebeenofhavingchildreninit。
Ifdustdidnotgetin，itdidnothavetobegotout，shesaid。
Shewouldtakeanyamountoftroubletoavoidtrouble。
Why，nobodyknew。Certainlyherhusbandhadneverbeenabletomakeherout。Suchlittle，meannaturesareamongthedarkestandmostbafflingofcreatedthings。
Thereisnolawbywhichtheycanbeexplained。Theor—
dinaryincentivesofpainandpleasuredonotaccountfortheirbehavior。Theylivelikeinsects，absorbedinpettyactivitiesthatseemtohavenothingtodowithanygenialaspectofhumanlife。
Mrs。Archie，asMrs。Kronborgsaid，\"likedtogad。\"
Shelikedtohaveherhouseclean，empty，dark，locked，andtobeoutofit——anywhere。Achurchsocial，aprayermeeting，aten—centshow；sheseemedtohavenoprefer—