her. Albuquerque would have been different; she could at least have come home for the holidays, but New York--why, think of it, Jessie, she has never been away from us for a night in her life!"
Mrs. Graham paused abruptly, her face contracted with pain. The tears started to Miss Jessie's eyes, but her voice was still quite firm when she spoke again.
"It would be very hard," she said, "harder for us perhaps than for Marjorie herself, and yet if it were the best thing to do--"
Here the conversation was interrupted by Juanita, the Mexican maid of all work, who appeared with the startling announcement that the jam was boiling over on the stove, and Mrs. Graham hurried away to the kitchen, leaving her sister-in-law to her own reflections.
THE COMING OF UNDINE
IN the meantime, Marjorie, quite unconscious of the anxieties of her family regarding her future, was cantering away over the prairie on her bay pony. Having pa