CHAPTER XX RETROSPECT

Twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three hundred and sixty-five days—reckoned thus, a year which has still its length to run seems a long period, a fairly large slice of life. Yet, regarded in retrospect, its magnitude diminishes amazingly, and Shirley, her thoughts turned to the consideration of anniversaries by the fact that it happened to be Lady Beth’s birthday, could hardly realize that it was a whole year ago, this very month of June, since she and Bob had been grimly coping with the difficulties of finding a jo…