So little time, and so much to enjoy.  First, Dawn went into the garden and gathered some flowers for the library; then she played an hour, she thought, but it proved to be two, on looking at the clock, and the remainder of the morning was passed with books.  The bell rang for dinner long before she thought it could be time, so quickly and pleasantly had the hours passed away.

After dinner and a little rest, they started on their drive.

“I am going to take you to a little village, or cluster of houses, to see how its peculiar atmosphere affects you,” remarked Miss Bernard.

After a pleasant drive through shaded streets and roads, they came in sight of a church spire, then a few cottages here and there, and were soon in the centre of the village, when Miss Bernard looked inquiringly to her guest.

“How frigid and cold it seems here.  Why, there is such a desolate, unsocial feeling I should not live out half my days if I had to remain in such a place.  Have I indicated its peculiarity?”

“Perfectly.”

“But what is the cause of it?  Surely the scenery, so lovely and calm, ought to inspire the deepest sentiments of social life in the hearts of the inhabitants.”

“One cause is too much wealth; another, too few people.  The place needs the addition of two or three hundred families to give it life and impetus.  Each family now here has settled into itself, and grown conventional and rusty.  Most of the people have considerable mental ability, but lock and bar their souls and hearts so closely that their better feelings cannot flow at all, nor find their legitimate sphere of action.  They are all nice, quiet people, read a good deal, adopt theories and fine drawn sentiments in profession, but never make them of any use to themselves or others.  They have considerable mental sympathy, but none of heart and soul.  They seem to live by rule.  No spontaneous outgushes of their nature are ever seen, for they have dropped into a kind of polite externalism, and lost all the warm magnetic currents of life.”

“But are there not a few exceptions?”

“A very few, but the cold is so severe that it soon freezes out their warm life, and the good that they would do is put far from their reach.  They are a very pious, church-going people, and invariably as a class, look upon all forms of entertainment, such as assemblies and theatricals, as out of order, and sinful.  Of course the young people grow old long before their time, and leave the place, and you know that one of the saddest sights on earth is a little village deserted of youth.  All this might be remedied by an infusion of a strong social force; but, one or two families who have lived very different lives, and have taken up their abode in it, can do but little towards so desirable a change.  The little hall which we are now passing should have a series of assemblies each winter, concerts, private theatricals, meetings