"I shouldn't be surprised to see _Sternbergia lutea_ this year," he observed. "We have had a lot of sun." "Have we?" Pauline sighed. "Oh yes, a great deal of sun." Her father, of course, would never speak of that broken engagement, and already she had made her mother promise never to speak of it again. Deep to her inmost heart only these familiar vales and streams and green meadows would speak of it for the rest of her life. THE END