“Where you and I through this world’s weather
Work, and give praise and thanks together.”
“Mr. Ridgway, ma’am.”
The young woman who was giving the last touches to the very effective pictureframed in her long looking-glass nodded almost imperceptibly.
She had come to the parting of the ways, and she knew it, with a shrewdsuspicion as to which she would choose. She had asked for a week to decide, andher heart-searching had told her nothing new. It was characteristic of VirginiaBalfour that she did not attempt to deceive herself. If she married WaringRidgway it would be for what she considered good and sufficient reasons, butlove would not be one of them.