THE ENCHANTED APRIL. Elizabeth von Arnim

was a great, a wonderful moment. Here they were, in their mediaeval castle at last. Their feet touched its stones.

      Mrs. Wilkins put her arm round Mrs. Arbuthnot's neck and kissed her.

      "The first thing to happen in this house," she said softly, solemnly, "shall be a kiss."

      "Dear Lotty," said Mrs. Arbuthnot.

      "Dear Rose," said Mrs. Wilkins, her eyes brimming with gladness.

      Domenico was delighted. He liked to see beautiful ladies kiss. He made them a most appreciative speech of welcome, and they stood arm in arm, holding each other up, for they were very tired, blinking smilingly at him, and not understanding a word.