They were at her gate now, and she stood a little while to say good-night. A step inside there was a seat, walled in by evergreen, roofed over by the wide acacia boughs. Many a long good-night had they exchanged there, under the large, brilliant California moon. They sat there, silent, now. Diantha's heart was full of love for him, and pride and confidence in
him; but it was full of other feelings too which he could not fathom. His trouble was clearer to her than to him as heavy to bear. To her mind, trained in all the minutiae of domestic economy, the Warden family lived in careless wastefulness. That five women for Dora was older than she had been when she began to do housework should require servants, seemed to this New England-born girl mere laziness and pride.
