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"What things?" Grace had asked, suspiciously

Lily hesitated

"Well, a sort of Socialis, only it isn't exactly that It's individualis that this house stifles" Grace was too horrified for speech "I don't want to hurt you, mother, but don't you see? He tyrannizes over all of us, and it's bad for our souls Why should he bellow at the servants? Or talk to you the way he did to-night?" She s, and I want to swi nonsense," said Grace sharply "You have got a lot of ideas from that wretched house, and now you think they are your own Lily, I warn you, if you insist on going back to the Doyles I shall take you abroad"

Lily turned and walked out of the rooestive of old Anthony in the pitch of her shoulders Her anger did not last long, but her uneasiness persisted Already she knew that she was older in many ways than Grace; she had matured in the past year more than herthe mandates of a child

But on that pleasant Monday she was deterins to look pretty, doesn't it?" said Pink, breaking in on her thoughts


"It's not a bad place to live in, after all," said Pink, trying to cheer his own rather unhappy huet lointer And there are horses and dogs, and--and blossoms on the trees, and all that" What he meant was, "If there isn't love"

"You are perfectly satisfied with things just as they are, aren't you?" Lily asked, half enviously

"Well, I'd change so like a furnace "But it's a pretty good sort of place I'm for it"

"Have you sent your ponies out?"

"Only two I want to show you one I bought fro Reht in flesh, rather, but fast Handy, light "

They had been in the open country for so the Cardew's Friendship plant The furnaces had covered the fields with a thin deposit of reddish ore dust Such blighted grass as grew had already lost its fresh green, and the trees showed stunted blossoms The one oasis of freshness was the polo field itself, carefully irrigated by underground pipes The field, with its stables and grandstand, had been the gift of Anthony Cardew, thereby pro much discussion with his son For Howard had wanted the land for certain purposes of his own, to build a clubhouse for thehis father obdurate in that, he had urged that the field be thrown open to thethe polo season But he had failed there, too Anthony Cardew had insisted, and with sorounds for band concerts and baseball garounds, would ruin the turf for its legitimate purpose