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204 company. Because here you are, coming from thousands of miles away, and you talk my ideas, you fall into my ways of thought as though we had gone to the same school.”

“Perhaps we have gone to the same school,” she said.

“You mean?”

“Disappointment. Disillusionment. Having to find something better in life than the first things it promised us.”

“But you——? Disappointed? I thought that in America people might be educating already on different lines——”

“Even in America,” Miss Grammont said, “crops only grow on the ploughed land.”

Glastonbury in the afternoon was wonderful; they talked of Avalon and of that vanished legendary world of King Arthur and his knights, and in the early evening they came to Wells and a pleasant inn, with a quaint little garden before its front door that gave directly upon the cathedral. The three tourists devoted a golden half hour before dinner to the sculptures on the western face. The great screen of wrought stone rose up warmly, grey and clear and distinct against a clear blue sky in which the moon hung, round and