'I'll Carry Off the First Prize'

may welland was just coming out of the tent in her white dress with a pale green ribbon about the waist and a wreath of ivy on her hat. She had the same diana like aloofness as when she had entered the beaufort ball room on the night of her engagement. In the interval, not a thought seemed to have passed behind her eyes or a feeling through her heart. The attitude was so full of a classic grace that a murmur of appreciation followed her appearance. And archer felt the glow of a proprietorship that so often cheated him into momentary well being. He marvelled afresh at the way in which experience dropped away from her.