and she always had it, too."

"Yes."

"And she never would have her picture
taken. She didn't admire her own appear-
ance. She said no one should ever see a
picture of her."

"So?" said Hoyt, meditatively. "Well,
she's kept her word, hasn't she?"

The two stood looking at the photographs
for a time. Then Hoyt pointed to the open
blaze in the grate.

"Throw them in," he commanded. "Don't
let your father see them -- don't keep them
yourself. They wouldn't be agreeable things
to keep."

"That's true enough," admitted the lady.
And she threw them in the fire. Then Vir-
gil Hoyt brought out the plates and broke
them before her eyes.

And that was the end of it -- except that
Hoyt sometimes tells the story to those who
sit beside him when his pipe is lighted.