Chapter 20 No.20

A little hint to solace woe,

A hint, a whisper breathing low,

'I may not speak of what I know.'-TENNYSON

At the pace at which rapid people walk alone, when they wish to devour both the way and their own sensations, Ethel May was mounting the hill out of the town in the premature heat assumed by May in compliment to Whitsun week, when a pro