ANN AND HER MOTHER BY O. DOUGLAS AUTHOR OF "THE SETONS," "PENNY PLAIN," ETC. NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY ANN AND HER MOTHER. I PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA To ISOBEL CUNNINGHAM "To whatsoever things are fair We know, through you, the road; Nor is our grief the less thereby; O swift and strong and dear, Good-bye." "In this age of opulence and refinement whom can such a character please? Such as are fond of high life will turn in disdain from the simplicity of a country fireside. Such as mistake ribaldry for humour will find no wit in this harmless conversation: and such as have been taught to deride religion will laugh at one whose chief stores of comfort are drawn from futurity." OLIVER GOLDSMITH. ANN AND HER MOTHER CHAPTER I Mrs. Douglas and her daughter Ann sat together in their living-room one November night. It was a wonderfully comfortable room, brightly yet softly lit, and warmed by a noble fire. There was a pleasant space and emptiness about it, an absence of ornaments and irrelevant photographs; each piece of furniture, each of the few pictures, was of value. Mrs. Douglas had a book in her lap and in her hand a half-finished stocking, for she considered that she was wasting time if she did not knit while reading. Ann sat on a stool by the fire, poring over a seedsman's catalogue, a puzzled frown on her brow. "I wish," she said, without looking up, "I do wish I knew more about gardening. I can't make out from this what will grow best with us.... Don't you think, Mother, it is almost _lèse-majesté_ to call a rose Queen Mary, and describe it as 'a gross feeder? Oh, and this! _Mr. Asquith_, 'very compact in form, rosy in colour.' What humourists the compilers of seedsmen's catalogues are! And what poets! Where was it we read that article about catalogues? It said that the very names were like a procession of princes--'amber and carmine Queens, and Princes' Feathers, and Cloth of Gold.' The names tempt one simply by the glory of the sound. 'Love-in-a-Mist ... Love-Fire, a rich cream with a faint suggestion of apricot primrose in petal'--and with a drop one learns that this beauty can be bought for the sum of tuppence! ... Delphiniums we must have--dozens of them. I can picture us next summer lying on the lawn in deck-chairs on hot, sunny days, looking between tall, blue delphiniums to green hilltops. Won't it be lovely, Mother?" "H'm," said her mother in a dry voice, "at present you have only the hilltops. I haven't imagination enough to picture the hot sun and the lawn and the blue delphiniums."