Miss Mohun wrote, ‘Lily and I enjoyed your letter together. Dolly looks all the better for country life, though I am afraid she has not learnt to relish it, nor to assimilate with the Merrifield children as I expected. I don’t think Lily has quite fathomed her as yet, but ‘cela viendra’ with patience, only mayhap not without a previous explosion. I fancy it takes a long time for an only child to settle in among a large family. It was a great pity you could not see Lily yourself. To my dismay I encountered Flinders in the street at Darminster last week. I believe he is on the staff of a paper there, happily Dolly does not know it, nor do I think he knows where she is.’ In another three weeks, Constance was in the utmost elation, for ‘On hearing the cannonade of the Autumn Manoeuvres’ was in print, and Miss Hacket was so much delighted that justice should be done to her sister’s abilities, that she forgot Mr. Leadbitter’s disapproval, and ordered half a dozen copies of the Politician for the present, and one for the future. Dolores, walking home in the twilight, could not help showing Gillian, in confidence, the precious slip, though it was almost too dark to read the small type. ‘Newspaper poetry, I thought that always was trumpery,’ said Gillian, making a youthfully sweeping assertion. ‘Many great poets have begun with a periodical press,’ said Dolores, picking up a sentence which she had somewhere read. ‘I thought you hated English poetry, Dolly! You always grumble at having to learn it.’ ‘Oh, that is lessons.’ “‘Il Penseroso,’ for instance.” ‘This is a very different thing.’ ‘That it certainly is,’ said Gillian, beginning to read-- ‘How lovely mounts the evening star Climbing the sunset skies afar.’ ‘What a wonderful evening! Why, the evening star was going up backward!’ ‘You only want to make nonsense of it.’ ‘It is not I that make nonsense!’ said Gillian, ‘why, don’t you see, Dolly, which way the sun and everything moves?’ ‘This is the evening star,’ said Dolores, sulkily. ‘It was just rising.’ ‘I do believe you think it rises in the west.’ ‘You always see it there. You showed it to me only last Sunday.’ ‘Do you think it had just risen?’ ‘Of course the stars rise when the sun sets.’ Gillian could hardly move for laughing. ‘My dear Dolores, you to be daughter to a scientific man! Don’t you know that the stars are in the sky, going on all the time, only we can’t see them till the sunlight is gone?’ But Dolores was too much offended to attend, and only grunted. She wanted to get the cutting away from Gillian, but there was no doing so.