"By the fireside there are youthful dreamers, Building castles fair with stately stairways, Asking blindly Of the future what it cannot give them." LONGFELLOW. IT was a grey dreary afternoon. Steady rain, leaden skies, and a flat straight road bordered by leafless hedges did not provide a cheery outlook to the solitary walker. She stepped along bravely, a slim little figure in a grey ulster and a black straw hat. Her thoughts were far away from her surroundings, and it was not until she had reached a wooden gate leading up a drive that she roused herself with a start.…
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