"Hemming dish-cloths, putting closets in order,
attending to the storeroom shelves — everything
that seemed drudgery when I came away."

"Of course it will. That's the particular
beauty of vacation — it puts one in tune for the
everyday tasks. Hullo — there's Mary McKaim,
beaming at the door. I'll warrant you she has a
lunch ready for us that will make the best meal
the Hotel Cecil ever put up look like a beggar's
wayside makeshift!"

As they went up the walk Robeson turned sud-
denly to look at his wife. "Do you remember
the first time we came up this path together?"
he asked, and she nodded, smiling.
" I was just thinking of it," she said.
3o6 WITH JULIET IN ENGLAND

** It was a path, then, literally, and a weedy one,
wasn't it ? But it led the way to Paradise! And
Paradise it's never ceased to be,*' he added, under
his breath, as he waved his hat, smiling, at good
Mary McKaim, hugging the children in the door-
way.
