Contrary Mary

Mary's mood of exaltation lasted long after her guests had departed.

She found herself singing as she climbed the stairs that night to her

room. And it was with this mood still upon her that she wrote to Roger

Poole.

Her letter, penned on the full tide of her new emotion, was like wine

to his thirsty soul. It began and ended formally, but every line

throbbed with hope and courage, and responding to the note which she

had struck, he wrote back to her.