were at the Grand Canyon and not in southern California. Yet I do feel that with the possibility of young soldiers and officers turning up at any moment in our midst, you and I will have to be unusually vigilant chaperons.
"But do let us go now and find what has become of the girls. We have had a long journey and should soon be in bed."
Mrs. Burton slipped her arm inside her sister's and drew her away from the old hotel garden across the gleaming road.
To the right of them, bathed in the half-tropic moonlight, was the old Spanish mission of San Juan Capistrano, named in honor of a warrior-saint of the Crusades. It was the loveliest place in all California.
As they walked slowly on Mrs. Burton recited in an undertone, and with the emotional sweetness which had captivated countless audiences and which never failed to thrill her sister:
"Up from the south slow filed a train, Priests and soldiers of old Spain, Who through the sunlit country wound With cross and lance, intent to