The Trumpeter Swan

nch out of a basket," said Caroline Paine; "next year we s

" said Judge Bannister, "as long as th

to swim wit

u'd rather be up there

admitted frankly; "you should see the clot

hey wear. You don't want

ike them. I got the pattern of this sweater I am knit

think that Caroline must-- "I never wear sweaters, Carolin

except when she wears pale yellow. That was a heavenly thing

felt like one who expecting

hey were hospitable souls, and in a wee

hand, asked, "Will you wear the b

leaves, and her bronze hair caught the light. "I will not.

aufort; "there are certain things whic

oesn't want to finish his law course. His father was a lawyer and

his head. "If I stay at the University, it means no

sy since her son had left her. They would not be easy now. "I know,"

n't that-but I ought

Judge. "Don't run with the mob,

. But it isn't. And I'm not going to have Mother twist and turn as she has twisted and

was setting her feet to a rocky path, but she

e Paine had sacrificed and she was thrilled by them. "Randy," she admonish

ue in the days when Virginia belonged to the King. Randy showed signs of it in his square-set jaw, the high lift of his head, his long easy stride, the straightness of his black

oesn't interest Maj

n one way or another." His eyes went out over the hills. They were gray eyes, deep set, and, at this moment, kindly. They could blaze, however, in stress

ce it," said Caroline Paine, firmly, "and t

be three years before I can make a

a cap. She might have been a dryad, escaped for a

should want

you-R

y shoul

when I come down we couldn't have our nice times t