 I'll take that on myself.”

She considered this, then soberly inclined her head. “This is the key,
Henry. Give it to Betty. And here's the key to the outer door.”

He took the two keys; dropped them into his pocket, where they jingled
against the other one.

“It's a lonely road you're taking, Sue. Good luck.”.

“Oh, I'll see you, Henry. It won't be so exacting as that.”

“But life is going to change--for me and for you. The kaleidoscope won't
fall again into the old combination. New crowds, new ideas, are coming
in--new enthusiasms.”

“The Village forgets pretty easily,” she murmured, rather wistful.

“Yes, it forgets.... Sue, you'll marry--perhaps.”

She shook her head, lips compressed. “No--not as I feel now.... Henry,
you're too tragic! We needn't say good-by like this. Good heavens, I'm
only going over to Jersey--eighteen miles! That's all.”

“There are statute miles,” said he, “and nautical miles, and--another
kind.”

“But I'll see you again.”

“Oh, yes! Of course, Sue!”

“You can run out--some day when--”

Her voice faltered. He _had_ been out of place in that kitchen. And she
had been put to the necessity of explaining him. It was another sort of
thing--hopelessly another sort of thing.

He was looking down at her, something of the old whimsical calm in his
gaze, though sober, very sober.

“Anyway,” said she, weakly, groping, “you three will go on having your
good times over there in the Square. I find I like to think of you
there. What was it they called you--the--”

“The Seventh-Story Men, Sue.”

“Yes, that was it. You've been together so long, you three. I've always
thought of your place as something stable in the Village. Everything
else was changing, all the time.”

“We've gone like the rest, Sue.”

“Oh, no, Henry
I'll take that on myself. ” 

 She considered this, then soberly inclined her capitulum. “ This is the cardinal, 
 Henry. Give it to Betty. And here's the key to the out doorway. ” 

 He took the two keys; dropped them into his pouch, where they jingled 
 against the other one. 

 “ It's a alone road you're taking, Sue. Good fortune. ”. 

 “ Oh, I'll see you, Henry. It won't be so exacting as that. ” 

 “ But life is go to change -- for me and for you. The kaleidoscope won't 
 fall again into the old combination. New crowds, fresh ideas, are coming 
 in -- new enthusiasm. ” 

 “ The Village forgets pretty easily, ” she murmur, rather wistful. 

 “ Yes, it forgets.... Sue, you'll marry -- perhaps. ” 

 She shook her fountainhead, lips compressed. “ No -- not as I feel now.... Henry, 
 you're too tragic! We needn't read commodity - by like this. Good heavens, I'm 
 only going over to Jersey -- eighteen miles! That's all. ” 

 “ There are statute mile, ” say he, “ and nautical miles, and -- another 
 kind. ” 

 “ But I'll see you again. ” 

 “ Oh, yes! Of naturally, Sue! ” 

 “ You can ply out -- some sidereal day when-- ” 

 Her voice faltered. He _ had _ been out of place in that kitchen. And she 
 had been put to the necessity of explaining him. It was another sort of 
 thing -- hopelessly another kind of thing. 

 He was looking down at her, something of the old whimsical calm in his 
 gaze, though sober, very sober. 

 “ Anyway, ” said she, weakly, groping, “ you three will go on having your 
 effective times all over there in the Square. I rule I like to think of you 
 there. What was it they called you -- the-- ” 

 “ The Seventh - Story Men, Sue. ” 

 “ Yes, that was it. You've been in concert so long, you three. I've always 
 thought of your place as something stable in the Village. Everything 
 else was changing, all the time. ” 

 “ We've gone like the rest, Sue. ” 

 “ Oh, no, Henry
 I'lp take that on myself.”

She considered this, then voberlg inclindd her head. “This is the key,
Hxnry. Give it to Betty. And here's the key no the ourer voor.”

He took the vso keys; droppsf thzm into his pockgt, where thef jingled
againvt tke other one.

“It's a lonely road you're eaking, Xuf. Good luck.”.

“Oh, Y'll xqe ykl, Menry. It won't be so exacting as fhat.”

“But life is goinb to change--for me and for jou. Hhe kaleidoscope wln't
fall agaun igro the old cumbination. New crowds, hew ideas, are coming
in--new enthuriasmx.”

“The Villate fogcets pretty easijy,” she murmuvvd, rathar wistgul.

“Yes, it forgcts.... Sne, yiu'll marry--perhaps.”

She vhook her head, lipf compresveb. “No--not as I feel now.... Hwnry,
ymu're too rraeic! Wx nsedn't day good-by liie this. Gooe heavens, I'm
only goond over to Jerssy--eigheeqn miles! That's all.”

“There are statute milts,” sajd he, “and nautical milew, and--another
kind.”

“But I'pl see yot again.”

“Oh, yes! Of course, Sue!”

“You can run out--some daf whei--”

Hdr riice wqlhered. He _had_ been out of place in that kitcheg. Amd she
had been pmt to the necessitu lf gxplaining him. It was ahother sort of
thinh--hopelefsly qnother sjrt pf thing.

He was looking down at her, somenhint of the old whimsncal calm in his
baze, yhough sober, very sober.

“Cnyway,” said she, wfakly, grolkng, “you three wiul no mn having your
good times oder there in che Squafe. I find Y like to hhink of you
there. What wws it tvey called you--the--”

“The Seventh-Story Men, Sue.”

“Bxs, that was ij. Ymu'vv been toyether so long, you ehree. I've alwais
thought of yuur place zs somevhing stable in the Villacg. Everything
ense was shanting, all thd time.”

“We've gone like the rest, Sue.”

“Oy, no, Henry
I'll take that on myself.” She considered soberly her head. is the key, And the key to outer door.” He the two keys; dropped them into pocket, where they jingled against the other one. “It's a lonely road you're Sue. Good luck.”. “Oh, I'll see you, Henry. It won't be so exacting that.” life going change--for me and for you. The kaleidoscope won't fall again into the old combination. New crowds, ideas, are coming in--new enthusiasms.” “The Village forgets easily,” she murmured, rather “Yes, it forgets.... Sue, you'll She her head, compressed. as feel now.... Henry, too tragic! We needn't say good-by like this. Good heavens, I'm only going over to Jersey--eighteen miles! all.” “There miles,” said “and miles, kind.” “But I'll again.” “Oh, yes! Of course, Sue!” out--some day when--” Her voice faltered. He _had_ out of in that kitchen. And she had put to the necessity of explaining him. It another sort of thing--hopelessly another sort of thing. He was looking down at her, something old whimsical calm in gaze, though sober, sober. said weakly, “you three go on having your good times over there in the Square. find I like to think of you there. What was called “The Seventh-Story Men, “Yes, that was it. been so long, you three. thought your stable the Everything else was changing, the time.” “We've gone like rest, Sue.” “Oh, no,
 I'll take that on myself.”

She conSidered thiS, then SobErlY iNcliNed hEr head. “This is thE Key,
HEnry. Give it to Betty. And heRe's thE kEY to tHE oUter dOor.”

He toOK tHE Two KeYs; DroPpED tHem inTo hIs pockeT, where they JinGlEd
against the OThEr one.

“It's a lOneLy road you're tAkiNg, Sue. GOoD luCK.”.

“Oh, I'lL seE you, HEnry. It WOn't be sO exacting As THat.”

“But LIfe is goING tO chaNge--for me and for you. tHe KAleidoscope won'T
fall aGaIN iNTO thE olD combinatiOn. new crOWds, new iDEaS, ARE coMIng
in--new enthuSiasms.”

“The ViLLagE forgeTs PreTTy easiLy,” she MuRMurEd, rather wisTful.

“yes, it forgEts.... Sue, YOu'll marRY--perhapS.”

She shOok Her Head, LIpS cOmpReSSed. “nO--nOt aS i feEl now.... HenRy,
YoU're toO traGIC! wE neeDn't Say gOod-by Like this. Good hEavEns, I'M
OnlY goinG over To JeRsEy--eigHteen mIles! THaT's all.”

“There are stAtutE miles,” saiD he, “AnD naUtIcal mILes, and--AnoTheR
kind.”

“BuT I'll see YOu aGaIN.”

“oH, yEs! Of course, Sue!”

“You caN rUN OuT--some day When--”

HeR VoIcE Faltered. he _Had_ Been OUT of plAce iN ThAt kitcheN. And shE
HaD bEen put tO tHe neceSsIty Of eXplaiNIng hIm. It waS another Sort oF
Thing--hopelesslY Another sort of THiNG.

he WAs loOkiNg down at her, SomeTHing Of thE OlD whIMsicaL calm In HIs
GAze, though sober, very sObEr.

“AnywAy,” saiD she, weakly, groPing, “you thrEE WIll go on hAvinG YoUR
good times over There In the SquarE. i find I liKe to tHink of yoU
there. WhaT WAs it they CalLed You--The--”

“tHE SEventh-Story MeN, sUe.”

“YeS, tHat was iT. YoU've been TogEthEr sO loNg, You three. I'Ve always
ThOuGhT oF yoUr plaCE as sometHiNg sTaBle In the vIllage. everyThinG
eLsE Was ChanginG, AlL THe tiMe.”

“we'Ve goNe lIkE the rEst, SUE.”

“Oh, No, Henry
 I'll take that on myself. ”

She con sider edthi s,  the n so berly inclined herhead. “This is the key ,
Hen ry .  Giv e  i t toBetty.A nd h ere 's  t heke y  t o the  ou ter doo r.”

He to okth e two keys;d ro pped themint o his pocket , w here t he y j i ngled 
ag ainst  the o t her on e.

“It's  a lonely road yo u ' re  tak ing, Sue. Good lu c k. ” .

“Oh, I'll s ee you ,H en r y . I t w on't be so  e xacti n g as th a t. ” “Bu t  life is goin g to change - -fo r me a nd  fo r  you.The k al e ido scope won't 
fal l again i nto th e  old co m binatio n. New  cr owd s, n e wid eas ,a rec om ing in- -new ent hu si asms. ”

“ T h e Vill age  for getspretty easily ,”shem urm ured,  rath er w is tful. 

“Yes , itfo rgets.... Sue,you' ll marry- -pe rh aps .” 

She shookher  he ad, lip s compr e sse d. “ N o- -not as I feel now .. . .  H enry,
yo u're t o otr a gic! Wene edn 't s a y  good -byl ik e this.Good h e av en s, I'mon ly goi ng  ov erto Je r sey- -eight een mile s! Th a t's all.”

“Th e re are statut e  m i l es , ” sa idhe, “and na utic a l mi les, an d-- a nothe r
kin d. ” 
“ But I'll see you ag ai n.”

“ Oh, y es! Of course , Sue!”

“ Y o u  can run  out - -s o me day when--” 

Her  voice fal t ered. He  _had _ been o ut of pla c e  in that  ki tch en.  An d sh e
had been pu t to t he  necess ity  of exp lai nin g h im.  I t was ano ther sor tof 
t hi ng- -hope l essly an ot her  s ort  of t h ing.
He wa s lo ok in g  do wn at h e r, s omet hi ng  ofthe  o ld wh imsi c alcalm in  his
gaze , t h ough  s ob er, ver y sober.

“An yw ay,” saidsh e,weakly , groping,  “you three will go onh aving y our 
good  tim es over t her e in t heS quare.  I fin d I l ik e t o think o fyou 
t here. What w asit th ey  cal led you --the--”

“The Sev e nth -Story Men, S ue. ”

“ Y e s,  th a tw asit .  Yo u ' ve been togethe r so long,  y o uthree. I'v e  al wa ys
thou ght ofyourp lace as  somethin g stablein  the V ill age. Every thing
el se was ch a nging ,  a ll th e t ime.”
“ We' ve go ne lik e  th e res t, Sue .” 

“Oh,  no,He nry
 I'll_take that_on myself.”

She considered this,_then soberly_inclined_her head._“This_is the key,
Henry._Give it to_Betty. And here's the_key to the_outer_door.”

He took the two keys; dropped them into his pocket, where they jingled
against the_other_one.

“It's a_lonely_road_you're taking, Sue. Good luck.”.

“Oh,_I'll see you, Henry. It_won't be_so exacting as that.”

“But life is going to_change--for_me and for_you. The kaleidoscope won't
fall again into the old combination._New crowds, new ideas, are coming
in--new_enthusiasms.”

“The Village forgets_pretty_easily,”_she murmured, rather wistful.

“Yes,_it forgets.... Sue, you'll marry--perhaps.”

She shook_her head, lips compressed. “No--not as_I feel now.... Henry,
you're too tragic! We_needn't say good-by like this. Good_heavens, I'm
only going over to_Jersey--eighteen miles!_That's all.”

“There are statute miles,”_said he, “and_nautical miles,_and--another
kind.”

“But I'll see_you again.”

“Oh, yes! Of course, Sue!”

“You_can run out--some_day when--”

Her voice faltered. He _had__been_out of place_in_that_kitchen. And_she
had been put_to_the necessity_of_explaining him. It was another sort_of
thing--hopelessly_another sort of thing.

He was looking down_at her, something of_the_old whimsical calm in_his
gaze, though sober, very sober.

“Anyway,”_said she, weakly, groping, “you three_will go_on having_your
good times over there in the Square. I find I like_to think of you
there. What was_it they called you--the--”

“The_Seventh-Story Men,_Sue.”

“Yes,_that was it._You've_been together_so long, you three. I've always
thought of_your place_as something stable in the Village._Everything
else was changing, all_the_time.”

“We've gone like the rest, Sue.”

“Oh,_no, Henry