"I do wish, Faith, that you'd look better after
that Andy of yours! I happened to drop my best veil within his reach,
and before I could stop him he had torn it to shreds. Texas doesn't
act that way."
"You shall have mine," said Faith, promptly. "Poor Andy! I can't help
liking him all the more, because everybody is down on him. My veil is
just like yours, dear, so take it, and I'll go without. I don't care
much for veils, anyhow, and we can be different in so little a thing as
that, I'm sure."
Hope gave her an odd look.
"If that was the only thing we are different in!" she said instantly.
"I'll never be so good as you, no matter how hard I try. And it's no
matter about the veil at all! Do you know, it is exactly a month since
we left home? It seems years when I think of Debby and the old
school-days, yet the hours have seemed to fly sometimes, too."
"That's the odd thing about voyaging," observed the Traveler, as he
joined them. "It sends our past out of our minds with its novelties,
making it seem far away, yet there are few lagging hours, and Time
never stands still."
"Is that always true?" asked Lady Moreham, turning quickly. "I have
not found it so."
He looked at her with a kindly smile. It had become subtly understood
among a few that this aristocratic lady had a past, and not a happy
past.
"I think it as true as any general statement," he responded. "But I
can also understand that insistent memories could never take such a
strong hold of one as during the enforced leisure of long trips by
land, or water.
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