A Little Visit to the Birthplace of the Family; how Cally thinks Socialism and almost faints, and Hugo's Afternoon of Romance ends Short in the Middle. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 394 XXIX One Hour, in which she apologizes twice for her Self, her Life and Works; and once she is beautifully forgiven, and once she never will be, this Side of the Last Trump. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 410 XXX How it sounded like an Epitaph, but still she would not cry; how she thinks of the Beach again, and hugs a Hateful Word to her Bosom; how Hugo starts suddenly on a sort of Wedding-Trip . . . . 427 XXXI Second Cataclysm in the House; of the Dark Cloud obscuring the New Day, and the Violets that had faded behind a Curtain, etc.; but chiefly of a Little Talk with Mamma, which produced Moral Results, after all. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 443 XXXII Time's Jests, and now the Perfect Apology, to stand a Lifetime in Brick and Stone; concluding with a Little Scene, which she will remember while she lives . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 459 XXXIII Her Last Day, in this History; how she wakes with a Wonder in her Heart, has her Banquet laid at the Board of the Cooneys, dreams back over the Long Strange Year; finally how she learns Something that not Everybody Knows: what it is like at the End of the World 476 XXXIV In which to love much is to be much loved, and Kern's Dearest Dream (but one) comes True. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 495 ILLUSTRATIONS "_IS_ THIS MISS HETH?" (Frontispiece) "THERE'S _SOMETHING_ WRONG, SIR, MR. V.V." . . . . . . . . . . . . 118 "_PLEASE_ DON'T TROUBLE, HUGO" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 260 "PAPA--I WANT TO INTRODUCE A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE--DR. VIVIAN". . . 474 From drawings by Raymond M. Crosby V.V.'s Eyes I Two Houses, with a great Gulf between; of V. Vivian, M.D., and what he thought of John the Baptist. V. Vivian, M.D. by the paint upon his window, dwelt in the Dabney House; Mr. Heth--pronounced _Heath_ if you value his wife's good opinion--dwelt in the House of his cognomen. Between the two lay a scant mile of city streets. But then this happened to be the particular mile which traversed, while of course it could not span, the Great Gulf fixed.