of the girl's high restlessness. She had been ex
pected, she had frankly promised, to be restless
that was partly why she was " great " or was a
consequence, at any rate, if not a cause; yet she
had not perhaps altogether announced herself as
straining so hard at the cord. It was familiar, it
was beautiful to Mrs. Stringham that she had ar
rears to make up, the chances that had lapsed for
her through the wanton ways of forefathers fond of
Paris, but not of its higher sides, and fond almost
of nothing else; but the vagueness, the openness,
the eagerness without point and the interest with
out pause all a part of the charm of her oddity as
at first presented had become more striking in
proportion as they triumphed over movement and
change. She had arts and idiosyncrasies of which
no great account could have been given, but which
were a daily grace if you lived with them; such as
the art of being almost tragically impatient and yet
making it as light as air; of being inexplicably sad
and yet making it as clear as noon; of being un
mistakably gay, and yet making it as soft as dusk.
Mrs. Stringham by this time understood every
thing, was more than ever confirmed in wonder and
admiration, in her view that it was life enough sim
ply to feel her companion's feelings; but there were
special keys she had not yet added to her bunch,
impressions that, of a sudden, were apt to affect her
as new.

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