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AnditwasSummer，beautifulSummer！"ThoseweretheclosingwordsofThea’sfavoritefairytale，andshethoughtofthemassheranoutintotheworldoneSaturdaymorninginMay，hermusicbookunderherarm。
ShewasgoingtotheKohlers’totakeherlesson，butshewasinnohurry。
Itwasinthesummerthatonereallylived。Thenallthelittleovercrowdedhouseswereopenedwide，andthewindblewthroughthemwithsweet，earthysmellsofgarden—planting。Thetownlookedasifithadjustbeenwashed。Peoplewereoutpaintingtheirfences。Thecotton—
woodtreeswerea—flickerwithsticky，yellowlittleleaves，andthefeatherytamariskswereinpinkbud。Withthewarmweathercamefreedomforeverybody。Peopleweredugup，asitwere。Theveryoldpeople，whomonehadnotseenallwinter，cameoutandsunnedthemselvesintheyard。Thedoublewindowsweretakenoffthehouses，thetormentingflannelsinwhichchildrenhadbeenencasedallwinterwereputawayinboxes，andtheyoungstersfeltapleasureinthecoolcottonthingsnexttheirskin。
TheahadtowalkmorethanamiletoreachtheKohlers’
house，averypleasantmileoutoftowntowardtheglitter—
ingsandhills，——yellowthismorning，withlinesofdeepvioletwherethecleftsandvalleyswere。Shefollowedthesidewalktothedepotatthesouthendofthetown；thentooktheroadeasttothelittlegroupofadobehouseswheretheMexicanslived，thendroppedintoadeepravine；adrysandcreek，acrosswhichtherailroadtrackranonatrestle。
Beyondthatgulch，onalittleriseofgroundthatfacedtheopensandyplain，wastheKohlers’house，whereProfessorWunschlived。FritzKohlerwasthetowntailor，oneofthe
firstsettlers。Hehadmovedthere，builtalittlehouseandmadeagarden，whenMoonstonewasfirstmarkeddownonthemap。Hehadthreesons，buttheynowworkedontherailroadandwerestationedindistantcities。OneofthemhadgonetoworkfortheSantaFe，andlivedinNewMexico。
Mrs。KohlerseldomcrossedtheravineandwentintothetownexceptatChristmas—time，whenshehadtobuypres—
entsandChristmascardstosendtoheroldfriendsinFreeport，Illinois。Asshedidnotgotochurch，shedidnotpossesssuchathingasahat。Yearafteryearsheworethesameredhoodinwinterandablacksunbonnetinsummer。
Shemadeherowndresses；theskirtscamebarelytohershoe—tops，andweregatheredasfullastheycouldpossiblybetothewaistband。Shepreferredmen’sshoes，andusu—
allyworethecast—offsofoneofhersons。ShehadneverlearnedmuchEnglish，andherplantsandshrubswerehercompanions。Shelivedforhermenandhergarden。Besidethatsandgulch，shehadtriedtoreproduceabitofherownvillageintheRhineValley。Shehidherselfbehindthegrowthshehadfostered，livedundertheshadeofwhatshehadplantedandwateredandpruned。Intheblazeoftheopenplainshewasstupidandblindlikeanowl。Shade，shade；thatwaswhatshewasalwaysplanningandmaking。
Behindthehightamariskhedge，hergardenwasajungleofverdureinsummer。Abovethecherrytreesandpeachtreesandgoldenplumsstoodthewindmill，withitstankonstilts，whichkeptallthisverdurealive。Outside，thesage—brushgrewuptotheveryedgeofthegarden，andthesandwasalwaysdriftinguptothetamarisks。
EveryoneinMoonstonewasastonishedwhentheKohlerstookthewanderingmusic—teachertolivewiththem。InseventeenyearsoldFritzhadneverhadacrony，excepttheharness—makerandSpanishJohnny。ThisWunschcamefromGodknewwhere，——followedSpanishJohnnyintotownwhenthatwanderercamebackfromone
ofhistramps。Wunschplayedinthedanceorchestra，tunedpianos，andgavelessons。WhenMrs。Kohlerrescuedhim，hewassleepinginadirty，unfurnishedroomoveroneofthesaloons，andhehadonlytwoshirtsintheworld。
Oncehewasunderherroof，theoldwomanwentathimasshedidathergarden。Shesewedandwashedandmendedforhim，andmadehimsocleanandrespectablethathewasabletogetalargeclassofpupilsandtorentapiano。Assoonashehadmoneyahead，hesenttotheNarrowGaugelodging—house，inDenver，foratrunkfulofmusicwhichhadbeenheldthereforunpaidboard。Withtearsinhiseyestheoldman——hewasnotoverfifty，butsadlybat—
tered——toldMrs。KohlerthatheaskednothingbetterofGodthantoendhisdayswithher，andtobeburiedinthegarden，underherlindentrees。TheywerenotAmericanbasswood，buttheEuropeanlinden，whichhashoney—
coloredbloomsinsummer，withafragrancethatsur—
passesalltreesandflowersanddrivesyoungpeoplewildwithjoy。
TheawasreflectingasshewalkedalongthathaditnotbeenforProfessorWunschshemighthavelivedonforyearsinMoonstonewithouteverknowingtheKohlers，withouteverseeingtheirgardenortheinsideoftheirhouse。Besidesthecuckooclock，——whichwaswonderfulenough，andwhichMrs。Kohlersaidshekeptfor"companywhenshewaslonesome，"——theKohlershadintheirhousethemostwonderfulthingTheahadeverseen——butofthatlater。
ProfessorWunschwenttothehousesofhisotherpupilstogivethemtheirlessons，butonemorninghetoldMrs。
KronborgthatTheahadtalent，andthatifshecametohimhecouldteachherinhisslippers，andthatwouldbebetter。Mrs。Kronborgwasastrangewoman。Thatword"talent，"whichnooneelseinMoonstone，notevenDr。Archie，wouldhaveunderstood，shecomprehendedperfectly。Toanyotherwomanthere，itwouldhavemeant
thatachildmusthaveherhaircurledeverydayandmustplayinpublic。Mrs。KronborgknewitmeantthatTheamustpracticefourhoursaday。Achildwithtalentmustbekeptatthepiano，justasachildwithmeaslesmustbekeptundertheblankets。Mrs。Kronborgandherthreesistershadallstudiedpiano，andallsangwell，butnoneofthemhadtalent。TheirfatherhadplayedtheoboeinanorchestrainSweden，beforehecametoAmericatobetterhisfortunes。HehadevenknownJennyLind。Achildwithtalenthadtobekeptatthepiano；sotwiceaweekinsum—
merandonceaweekinwinterTheawentoverthegulchtotheKohlers’，thoughtheLadies’AidSocietythoughtitwasnotproperfortheirpreacher’sdaughtertogo"wheretherewassomuchdrinking。"NotthattheKohlersonseversomuchaslookedataglassofbeer。Theywereashamedoftheiroldfolksandgotoutintotheworldasfastaspossible；hadtheirclothesmadebyaDenvertailorandtheirnecksshavedupundertheirhairandforgotthepast。OldFritzandWunsch，however，indulgedinafriendlybottleprettyoften。Thetwomenwerelikecom—
rades；perhapsthebondbetweenthemwastheglasswhereinlosthopesarefound；perhapsitwascommonmemoriesofanothercountry；perhapsitwasthegrapevineinthegar—
den——knotty，fibrousshrub，fullofhomesicknessandsenti—
ment，whichtheGermanshavecarriedaroundtheworldwiththem。
AsTheaapproachedthehouseshepeepedbetweenthepinkspraysofthetamariskhedgeandsawtheProfessorandMrs。Kohlerinthegarden，spadingandraking。Thegardenlookedlikearelief—mapnow，andgavenoindicationofwhatitwouldbeinAugust；suchajungle！Polebeansandpotatoesandcornandleeksandkaleandredcabbage——therewouldevenbevegetablesforwhichthereisnoAmericanname。Mrs。KohlerwasalwaysgettingbymailpackagesofseedsfromFreeportandfromtheoldcountry。
Thentheflowers！Therewerebigsunflowersforthecanary
bird，tigerliliesandphloxandzinniasandlady’s—slippersandportulacaandhollyhocks，——gianthollyhocks。Besidethefruittreestherewasagreatumbrella—shapedcatalpa，andabalm—of—Gilead，twolindens，andevenaginka，——arigid，pointedtreewithleavesshapedlikebutterflies，whichshivered，butneverbenttothewind。
ThismorningTheasawtoherdelightthatthetwoole—
andertrees，onewhiteandonered，hadbeenbroughtupfromtheirwinterquartersinthecellar。ThereishardlyaGermanfamilyinthemostaridpartsofUtah，NewMex—
ico，Arizona，buthasitsoleandertrees。HoweverloutishtheAmerican—bornsonsofthefamilymaybe，therewasneveronewhorefusedtogivehismuscletotheback—break—
ingtaskofgettingthosetubbedtreesdownintothecellarinthefallandupintothesunlightinthespring。Theymaystrivetoaverttheday，buttheygrapplewiththetubatlast。
WhenTheaenteredthegate，herprofessorleanedhisspadeagainstthewhitepostthatsupportedtheturreteddove—house，andwipedhisfacewithhisshirt—sleeve；some—
wayhenevermanagedtohaveahandkerchiefabouthim。
Wunschwasshortandstocky，withsomethingroughandbear—likeabouthisshoulders。Hisfacewasadark，brickyred，deeplycreasedratherthanwrinkled，andtheskinwaslikelooseleatheroverhisneckband——heworeabrasscollarbuttonbutnocollar。Hishairwascroppedclose；
iron—graybristlesonabullet—likehead。Hiseyeswerealwayssuffusedandbloodshot。Hehadacoarse，scornfulmouth，andirregular，yellowteeth，muchwornattheedges。
Hishandsweresquareandred，seldomclean，butalwaysalive，impatient，evensympathetic。
"MORGEN，"hegreetedhispupilinabusinesslikeway，putonablackalpacacoat，andconductedheratoncetothepianoinMrs。Kohler’ssitting—room。Hetwirledthestooltotheproperheight，pointedtoit，andsatdowninawoodenchairbesideThea。
"ThescaleofBflatmajor，"hedirected，andthenfellintoanattitudeofdeepattention。Withoutawordhispupilsettowork。
ToMrs。Kohler，inthegarden，camethecheerfulsoundofeffort，ofvigorousstriving。Unconsciouslyshewieldedherrakemorelightly。Occasionallysheheardtheteacher’svoice。"ScaleofEminor……WEITER，WEITER！……IMMER
Ihearthethumb，likealamefoot。WEITER……WEITER，once；……SCHON！Thechords，quick！"
ThepupildidnotopenhermouthuntiltheybeganthesecondmovementoftheClementisonata，whensheremon—
stratedinlowtonesaboutthewayhehadmarkedthefingeringofapassage。
"Itmakesnomatterwhatyouthink，"repliedherteachercoldly。"Thereisonlyonerightway。Thethumbthere。EIN，ZWEI，DREI，VIER，"etc。Thenforanhourtherewasnofurtherinterruption。
AttheendofthelessonTheaturnedonherstoolandleanedherarmonthekeyboard。Theyusuallyhadalittletalkafterthelesson。
HerrWunschgrinned。"Howsoonisityouarefreefromschool？Thenwemakeaheadfaster，eh？"
"FirstweekinJune。Thenwillyougivemethe`Invi—
tationtotheDance’？"
Heshruggedhisshoulders。"Itmakesnomatter。Ifyouwanthim，youplayhimoutoflessonhours。"
"Allright。"Theafumbledinherpocketandbroughtoutacrumpledslipofpaper。"Whatdoesthismean，please？
Iguessit’sLatin。"
Wunschblinkedatthelinepenciledonthepaper。
"Wherefromyougetthis？"heaskedgruffly。
"OutofabookDr。Archiegavemetoread。It’sallEng—
lishbutthat。Didyoueverseeitbefore？"sheasked，watchinghisface。
"Yes。Alongtimeago，"hemuttered，scowling。
"Ovidius！"Hetookastubofleadpencilfromhisvest
pocket，steadiedhishandbyavisibleeffort，andunderthewords"LENTECURRITE，LENTECURRITE，NOCTISEQUI，"
hewroteinaclear，elegantGothichand，——
"GOSLOWLY，GOSLOWLY，YESTEEDSOFTHENIGHT。"
HeputthepencilbackinhispocketandcontinuedtostareattheLatin。Itrecalledthepoem，whichhehadreadasastudent，andthoughtveryfine。Thereweretreasuresofmemorywhichnolodging—housekeepercouldattach。Onecarriedthingsaboutinone’shead，longafterone’slinencouldbesmuggledoutinatuning—bag。HehandedthepaperbacktoThea。"ThereistheEnglish，quiteelegant，"
hesaid，rising。
Mrs。Kohlerstuckherheadinatthedoor，andTheaslidoffthestool。"Comein，Mrs。Kohler，"shecalled，"andshowmethepiece—picture。"
Theoldwomanlaughed，pulledoffherbiggardening—
gloves，andpushedTheatotheloungebeforetheobjectofherdelight。The"piece—picture，"whichhungonthewallandnearlycoveredonewholeendoftheroom，wasthehandiworkofFritzKohler。Hehadlearnedhistradeunderanold—fashionedtailorinMagdeburgwhorequiredfromeachofhisapprenticesathesis：thatis，beforetheylefthisshop，eachapprenticehadtocopyinclothsomewell—
knownGermanpainting，stitchingbitsofcoloredstufftogetheronalinenbackground；akindofmosaic。Thepupilwasallowedtoselecthissubject，andFritzKohlerhadchosenapopularpaintingofNapoleon’sretreatfromMoscow。ThegloomyEmperorandhisstaffwererepre—
sentedascrossingastonebridge，andbehindthemwastheblazingcity，thewallsandfortressesdoneingrayclothwithorangetonguesofflamedartingaboutthedomesandminarets。Napoleonrodehiswhitehorse；Murat，inOri—
entaldress，abaycharger。Theawasnevertiredofexam—
iningthiswork，ofhearinghowlongithadtakenFritzto
makeit，howmuchithadbeenadmired，andwhatnarrowescapesithadhadfrommothsandfire。Silk，Mrs。Kohlerexplained，wouldhavebeenmucheasiertomanagethanwoolencloth，inwhichitwasoftenhardtogettherightshades。Thereinsofthehorses，thewheelsofthespurs，thebroodingeyebrowsoftheEmperor，Murat’sfiercemustaches，thegreatshakosoftheGuard，wereallworkedoutwiththeminutestfidelity。Thea’sadmirationforthispicturehadendearedhertoMrs。Kohler。Itwasnowmanyyearssincesheusedtopointoutitswonderstoherownlittleboys。AsMrs。Kohlerdidnotgotochurch，sheneverheardanysinging，exceptthesongsthatfloatedoverfromMexicanTown，andTheaoftensangforherafterthelessonwasover。ThismorningWunschpointedtothepiano。
"OnSunday，whenIgobythechurch，Ihearyousingsomething。"
Theaobedientlysatdownonthestoolagainandbegan，"COME，YEDISCONSOLATE。"Wunschlistenedthoughtfully，hishandsonhisknees。Suchabeautifulchild’svoice！
OldMrs。Kohler’sfacerelaxedinasmileofhappiness；
shehalfclosedhereyes。Abigflywasdartinginandoutofthewindow；thesunlightmadeagoldenpoolontheragcarpetandbathedthefadedcretonnepillowsonthelounge，underthepiece—picture。"EARTHHASNOSORROW
THATHEAVENCANNOTHEAL，"thesongdiedaway。
"Thatisagoodthingtoremember，"Wunschshookhim—
self。"Youbelievethat？"lookingquizzicallyatThea。
Shebecameconfusedandpeckednervouslyatablackkeywithhermiddlefinger。"Idon’tknow。Iguessso，"
shemurmured。
Herteacherroseabruptly。"Remember，fornexttime，thirds。Yououghttogetupearlier。"
ThatnighttheairwassowarmthatFritzandHerrWunschhadtheirafter—supperpipeinthegrapearbor，smokinginsilencewhilethesoundoffiddlesandguitarscameacrosstheravinefromMexicanTown。Longafter
FritzandhisoldPaulinahadgonetobed，Wunschsatmotionlessinthearbor，lookingupthroughthewoollyvineleavesattheglitteringmachineryofheaven。
"LENTECURRITE，NOCTISEQUI。"
Thatlineawokemanymemories。Hewasthinkingofyouth；ofhisown，solonggoneby，andofhispupil’s，justbeginning。Hewouldevenhavecherishedhopesforher，exceptthathehadbecomesuperstitious。Hebelievedthatwhateverhehopedforwasdestinednottobe；thathisaffectionbroughtill—fortune，especiallytotheyoung；thatifheheldanythinginhisthoughts，heharmedit。HehadtaughtinmusicschoolsinSt。LouisandKansasCity，wheretheshallownessandcomplacencyoftheyoungmisseshadmaddenedhim。Hehadencounteredbadmannersandbadfaith，hadbeenthevictimofsharpersofallkinds，wasdoggedbybadluck。Hehadplayedinorchestrasthatwereneverpaidandwanderingoperatroupeswhichdisbandedpenniless。Andtherewasalwaystheoldenemy，morerelentlessthantheothers。Itwaslongsincehehadwishedanythingordesiredanythingbeyondthenecessitiesofthebody。Nowthathewastemptedtohopeforanother，hefeltalarmedandshookhishead。
Itwashispupil’spowerofapplication，herruggedwill，thatinterestedhim。Hehadlivedforsolongamongpeoplewhosesoleambitionwastogetsomethingfornothingthathehadlearnednottolookforseriousnessinanything。Nowthathebychanceencounteredit，itrecalledstandards，am—
bitions，asocietylongforgot。Whatwasitsheremindedhimof？Ayellowflower，fullofsunlight，perhaps。No；athinglassfullofsweet—smelling，sparklingMosellewine。Heseemedtoseesuchaglassbeforehiminthearbor，towatchthebubblesrisingandbreaking，likethesilentdischargeofenergyinthenervesandbrain，therapidflorescenceinyoungblood——Wunschfeltashamedanddraggedhisslip—
persalongthepathtothekitchen，hiseyesontheground。
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ThechildrenintheprimarygradesweresometimesrequiredtomakereliefmapsofMoonstoneinsand。
Hadtheyusedcoloredsands，astheNavajomedicinemendointheirsandmosaics，theycouldeasilyhaveindicatedthesocialclassificationsofMoonstone，sincethesecon—
formedtocertaintopographicalboundaries，andeverychildunderstoodthemperfectly。
Themainbusinessstreetran，ofcourse，throughthecenterofthetown。Tothewestofthisstreetlivedallthepeoplewhowere，asTillieKronborgsaid，"insociety。"
SylvesterStreet，thethirdparallelwithMainStreetonthewest，wasthelongestintown，andthebestdwellingswerebuiltalongit。Faroutatthenorthend，nearlyamilefromthecourt—houseanditscottonwoodgrove，wasDr。Archie’shouse，itsbigyardandgardensurroundedbyawhitepalingfence。TheMethodistChurchwasinthecenterofthetown，facingthecourt—housesquare。TheKronborgslivedhalfamilesouthofthechurch，onthelongstreetthatstretchedoutlikeanarmtothedepotsettlement。ThiswasthefirststreetwestofMain，andwasbuiltuponlyononeside。Thepreacher’shousefacedthebacksofthebrickandframestorebuildingsandadrawfullofsunflowersandscrapsofoldiron。ThesidewalkwhichraninfrontoftheKronborgs’housewastheonecontinuoussidewalktothedepot，andallthetrainmenandroundhouseem—
ployeespassedthefrontgateeverytimetheycameup—
town。TheaandMrs。Kronborghadmanyfriendsamongtherailroadmen，whooftenpausedtochatacrossthefence，andofoneoftheseweshallhavemoretosay。
InthepartofMoonstonethatlayeastofMainStreet，towardthedeepravinewhich，farthersouth，woundby
MexicanTown，livedallthehumblercitizens，thepeoplewhovotedbutdidnotrunforoffice。Thehouseswerelittlestory—and—a—halfcottages，withnoneofthefussyarchi—
tecturaleffortsthatmarkedthoseonSylvesterStreet。
TheynestledmodestlybehindtheircottonwoodsandVir—
giniacreeper；theiroccupantshadnosocialpretensionstokeepup。Therewerenohalf—glassfrontdoorswithdoor—
bells，orformidableparlorsbehindclosedshutters。Heretheoldwomenwashedinthebackyard，andthemensatinthefrontdoorwayandsmokedtheirpipes。ThepeopleonSylvesterStreetscarcelyknewthatthispartofthetownexisted。ThealikedtotakeThorandherexpresswagonandexplorethesequiet，shadystreets，wherethepeoplenevertriedtohavelawnsortogrowelmsandpinetrees，butletthenativetimberhaveitswayandspreadinluxuriance。Shehadmanyfriendsthere，oldwomenwhogaveherayellowroseorasprayoftrumpetvineandappeasedThorwithacookyoradoughnut。TheycalledThea"thatpreacher’sgirl，"butthedemonstrativewasmisplaced，forwhentheyspokeofMr。Kronborgtheycalledhim"theMethodistpreacher。"
Dr。Archiewasveryproudofhisyardandgarden，whichheworkedhimself。HewastheonlymaninMoonstonewhowassuccessfulatgrowingramblerroses，andhisstrawberrieswerefamous。OnemorningwhenTheawasdowntownonanerrand，thedoctorstoppedher，tookherhandandwentoverherwithaquizzicaleye，ashenearlyalwaysdidwhentheymet。
"Youhaven’tbeenuptomyplacetogetanystraw—
berriesyet，Thea。They’reattheirbestjustnow。Mrs。
Archiedoesn’tknowwhattodowiththemall。Comeupthisafternoon。JusttellMrs。ArchieIsentyou。Bringabigbasketandpicktillyouaretired。"
WhenshegothomeTheatoldhermotherthatshedidn’twanttogo，becauseshedidn’tlikeMrs。Archie。
"Sheiscertainlyonequeerwoman，"Mrs。Kronborg
assented，"buthe’saskedyousooften，Iguessyou’llhavetogothistime。Shewon’tbiteyou。"
AfterdinnerTheatookabasket，putThorinhisbaby—
buggy，andsetoutforDr。Archie’shouseattheotherendoftown。Assoonasshecamewithinsightofthehouse，sheslackenedherpace。Sheapproacheditveryslowly，stoppingoftentopickdandelionsandsand—peasforThortocrushupinhisfist。
Itwashiswife’scustom，assoonasDr。Archieleftthehouseinthemorning，toshutallthedoorsandwindowstokeepthedustout，andtopulldowntheshadestokeepthesunfromfadingthecarpets。Shethought，too，thatneighborswerelesslikelytodropinifthehousewasclosedup。Shewasoneofthosepeoplewhoarestingywithoutmotiveorreason，evenwhentheycangainnothingbyit。
Shemusthaveknownthatskimpingthedoctorinheatandfoodmadehimmoreextravagantthanhewouldhavebeenhadshemadehimcomfortable。Henevercamehomeforlunch，becauseshegavehimsuchmiserablescrapsandshredsoffood。Nomatterhowmuchmilkhebought，hecouldnevergetthickcreamforhisstrawberries。Evenwhenhewatchedhiswifeliftitfromthemilkinsmooth，ivory—coloredblankets，shemanaged，bysomesleight—of—
hand，todiluteitbeforeitgottothebreakfasttable。Thebutcher’sfavoritejokewasaboutthekindofmeathesoldMrs。Archie。Shefeltnointerestinfoodherself，andshehatedtoprepareit。ShelikednothingbetterthantohaveDr。ArchiegotoDenverforafewdays——heoftenwentchieflybecausehewashungry——andtobeleftalonetoeatcannedsalmonandtokeepthehouseshutupfrommorninguntilnight。
Mrs。Archiewouldnothaveaservantbecause，shesaid，"theyatetoomuchandbroketoomuch"；sheevensaidtheyknewtoomuch。Sheusedwhatmindshehadindevisingshiftstominimizeherhousework。Sheusedtotellherneighborsthatiftherewerenomen，therewould
benohousework。WhenMrs。Archiewasfirstmarried，shehadbeenalwaysinapanicforfearshewouldhavechildren。Nowthatherapprehensionsonthatscorehadgrownpaler，shewasalmostasmuchafraidofhavingdustinthehouseasshehadoncebeenofhavingchildreninit。
Ifdustdidnotgetin，itdidnothavetobegotout，shesaid。
Shewouldtakeanyamountoftroubletoavoidtrouble。
Why，nobodyknew。Certainlyherhusbandhadneverbeenabletomakeherout。Suchlittle，meannaturesareamongthedarkestandmostbafflingofcreatedthings。
Thereisnolawbywhichtheycanbeexplained。Theor—
dinaryincentivesofpainandpleasuredonotaccountfortheirbehavior。Theylivelikeinsects，absorbedinpettyactivitiesthatseemtohavenothingtodowithanygenialaspectofhumanlife。
Mrs。Archie，asMrs。Kronborgsaid，"likedtogad。"
Shelikedtohaveherhouseclean，empty，dark，locked，andtobeoutofit——anywhere。Achurchsocial，aprayermeeting，aten—centshow；sheseemedtohavenoprefer—