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merriment. I had been lying inertly lin hammock, talking nonsense to Chips, who, from an adjoining ham mock, had entertained me with the original opinions incident to the age of twelve. She had an immense num- Der of ideas on a great variety of sub jects, but sometimes she got them hopelessly mixed up.
 "Chips," I said, "you re an anareh- ist, and conservative, and an anti suffragette, and your general moral standpoint is quite hopeless v
 She waved a black-stockinged leg in the air and tapped the dry ground with tennis racquet. "I can't help it,' she said, tits not my fault. People must think about things
 "Of course" l assented. "Just you go on thinking, Chips, and some day you II make a discovery.
 What discovery"
 ''How do l know9 Everybody makes one great discovery at least. Perhaps you made one when you said moment ago that you didn't see why ghosts should be expected to talk grammar. :"
 Don't be absurd, said Chips.
 "Then there's always the possibility of discovering the Fairy Prince.
 That said Chips, lis all non. sense"
 Youth nowadays" I said mourn fully" doesn t even believe in romance. Heavens knows what things are coming to- l can see nothing for it but to live the rest oi my life among very old people, "
 '' Romance is all right" said Chips, condeseendingly, "but it needn't be silly. It is often SO, though Anyway, it's too hot to discuss these lofty themes. Didn t 1 hear something said about cider cup this morning, Chipsl Of course as your guest, l shouldn t speak of it, but reallyy when one B life de- pends-"
 Chips was out of her hammock in she said, and sped across the lawn to the house.
 l waited in a summer dream, for Chip s return. It seemed to me ex- traordinary that man could be so happy. There was work to be done, but no impulse to do it stirred my conscience; l regarded it as something entirely remote, not in any way con neeted with me. What l particularly desired at the moment was the cider cup; also 1 wished that Chips sister Teddy-she had been ridieulOusly Ed ina-would come and talk to me. She was, however, still practicing, for the notes of the violin reached me iR 8 suave melody that fitted the day. Pres ently. saw Chips twinkling across the lawn at dangerous speed, carrying a tray before her As she approached she cried: Here it is; haven i l been quick2'
 "Hold on Chipsln I said. Chips, however, could not hold on. The in evitable happened. She tripped, she and the tray together, and thirsty grass took the cider cup that was in l tended for me.
 "Well donc!" I said. Chips picked herself up ruefully, regarded the ruin she had wrought, and then saId that was horrid.
 "Chips,'' began, "I believe you we made your great-' Then l saw Ted dy approaching. and stopped short. She positively took my breath away, she seemed so much part of the summer, so balanced, so exquistely fresh.
 "I knew you d do it, Chips, she said. .I could see from the window that you d come cropper. Never mind; get some more and don't run this time.
 Chips picked up the tray with viei- ous jerk and departed, holding her head very high Teddy sat sideways on the other hammock and then looked at me pityingly. "Poor man!' she said.
 "The cup of joy dashed from my lips as it were," l murmured.
 "I sympathize with you, though l can hardly understand. v
 "And yet you are always writing about moral discipline!" cone writes for other people, said. Then, with difficulty, 1 dropped my eyes from her beautiful flushed face to the silver mug. l leaned over the edge of the hammock and picked it up.
 ''This is an awful jolly mug, " said. turning it round and round in my hands. "Isn t it?" | '' It 8 deSlBn thdt ohe doeou oi'Vil see. I should guess that this decorated band was hammered by an Indian craftsman; no machinery could do 1t.
 'I love that mug she said, = 1t suggests all kinds of strange and lovely things to me. The worst of it is, it ! isn t ours!
 " Not yours!
 "There s mystery about it, y she said. "All at once it appeared among our silver, and nobdy knows how 1t got there,
 'sIndian enchantment, l suggested.
 cit would be beautiful to believe thatl y
 reflected. Still holding the mug | in my hands. When Chips returned with more cider she filed the cup, in a penitential way, and l drained the de | iicious beverage, "Ahl" I said, In spiration begins to work. By the way, do you remember the picnic we had last year above .Dutchet $? It was for all the world day just like this.'
 "Of course l remember it, said Teddy, dreamily