All the same, she _ached_ to stand still. She simply could not realize that perhaps some other generation would look back on hers as she did on the past. One Saturday the following lines in the local corner of the _Thorhaven and County Weekly Budget_--between an advertisement of a new poultry food and a notice of a fine goat for sale--did express a little of her state of mind, though they were written by a retired schoolmistress in the detested Emerald Avenue-- The world is full of hurry and change, And everything seems so new and strange; But it's stranger still that one of these days They'll call what _we're_ doing, "the dear old ways." It remained incredible, whatever reason might tell her, that anything more iconoclastic could be hidden in the womb of time than the Warringborns selling their land and Mrs. Graham letting her maid go to dances on the promenade, with a powdered face and a latch-key. _Chapter II_ _Caroline_ The promenade at Thorhaven was reached by a short, wide street where a wind blew always, even on the stillest days, and the hall in which the young people of the little town danced weekly stood straight in front of the approaching visitor, entirely blocking out the view and the sea. Some people thought this must have happened by accident, but others felt sure that some subtle brain on the Urban District Council had correctly gauged what the cherished Visitor--the Council naturally thought of him or her with a capital letter--really considered a most important feature of an up-to-date seaside resort. The hall itself was a glass erection, and it was in design so like those miniature forcing-houses placed over cherished plants in a garden border that no one with any imagination could avoid feeling momentarily that it must have been placed there by some good-natured giant--well disposed towards Thorhaven--for the express purpose of making the Visitor "come on" during the seaside holiday. At the entrance gate stood a sort of sentry-box where two girls sat in turn from ten to ten. These girls were chosen by an optimistic Committee who hoped they would possess amiability, endurance, and particularly a gift for remembering faces: because the inhabitants of Thorhaven felt that their promenade was first of all _theirs_--and that no assistant employed at the gate had a right _not_ to know them by sight when they entered the precincts for which their own rates and taxes had paid. Therefore--though this led to occasional abuse--it was found necessary to municipal harmony to let inhabitants in "on the nod."