disappeared　with　his　guests。　　Then　there　was　the　familiar　shuffle
  of　his　feet　on　the　staircase；　followed　by　other　more　cautious
  footsteps　that　grew　delicately　and　even　courteously　deliberate　as
  they　approached。　　At　which　the　young　girl；　in　some　new　sense　of
  decorum；　drew　in　her　pretty　head；　glanced　around　the　room　quickly；
  reset　the　tidy　on　her　father's　chair；　placed　the　resplendent
  accordion　like　an　ornament　in　the　exact　centre　of　the　table；　and
  then　vanished　into　the　hall　as　Mr。　Harkutt　entered　with　the
  strangers。
  They　were　both　of　the　same　age　and　appearance；　but　the　principal
  speaker　was　evidently　the　superior　of　his　companion；　and　although
  their　attitude　to　each　other　was　equal　and　familiar；　it　could　be
  easily　seen　that　he　was　the　leader。　　He　had　a　smooth；　beardless
  face；　with　a　critical　expression　of　eye　and　mouth　that　might　have
  been　fastidious　and　supercilious　but　for　the　kindly；　humorous
  perception　that　tempered　it。　　His　quick　eye　swept　the　apartment　and
  then　fixed　itself　upon　the　accordion；　but　a　smile　lit　up　his　face
  as　he　said　quietly；
  〃I　hope　we　haven't　frightened　the　musician　away。　　It　was　bad　enough
  to　have　interrupted　the　young　lady。〃
  〃No；　no；〃　said　Mr。　Harkutt；　who　seemed　to　have　lost　his　abstraction
  in　the　nervousness　of　hospitality。　　〃I　reckon　she's　only　lookin'
  after　her　sick　sister。　　But　come　into　the　kitchen；　both　of　you；
  straight　off；　and　while　you're　dryin'　your　clothes；　mother'll　fix
  you　suthin'　hot。〃
  〃We　only　need　to　change　our　boots　and　stockings；　we've　some　dry
  ones　in　our　pack　downstairs；〃　said　the　first　speaker　hesitatingly。
  〃I'll　fetch　'em　up　and　you　can　change　in　the　kitchen。　　The　old
  woman　won't　mind；〃　said　Harkutt　reassuringly。　　〃Come　along。〃　　He
  led　the　way　to　the　kitchen；　the　two　strangers　exchanged　a　glance　of
  humorous　perplexity　and　followed。
  The　quiet　of　the　little　room　was　once　more　unbroken。　　A　far…off
  commiserating　murmur　indicated　that　Mrs。　Harkutt　was　receiving　her
  guests。　　The　cool　breath　of　the　wet　leaves　without　slightly　stirred
  the　white　dimity　curtains；　and　somewhere　from　the　darkened　eaves
  there　was　a　still；　somnolent　drip。　　Presently　a　hurried　whisper　and
  a　half…laugh　appeared　to　be　suppressed　in　the　outer　passage　or
  hall。　　There　was　another　moment　of　hesitation　and　the　door　opened
  suddenly　and　ostentatiously；　disclosing　Phemie；　with　a　taller　and
  slighter　young　woman；　her　elder　sister；　at　her　side。　　Perceiving
  that　the　room　was　empty；　they　both　said　〃Oh！〃　yet　with　a　certain
  artificiality　of　manner　that　was　evidently　a　lingering　trace　of
  some　previous　formal　attitude　they　had　assumed。　　Then　without
  further　speech　they　each　selected　a　chair　and　a　position；　having
  first　shaken　out　their　dresses；　and　gazed　silently　at　each　other。
  It　may　be　said　briefly　that　sitting　thusin　spite　of　their
  unnatural　attitude；　or　perhaps　rather　because　of　its　suggestion　of
  a　photographic　posethey　made　a　striking　picture；　and　strongly
  accented　their　separate　peculiarities。　　They　were　both　pretty；　but
  the　taller　girl；　apparently　the　elder；　had　an　ideal　refinement　and
  regularity　of　feature　which　was　not　only　unlike　Phemie；　but
  gratuitously　unlike　the　rest　of　her　family；　and　as　hopelessly　and
  even　wantonly　inconsistent　with　her　surroundings　as　was　the
  elaborately　ornamented　accordion　on　the　centre…table。　　She　was　one
  of　those　occasional　creatures；　episodical　in　the　South　and　West；
  who　might　have　been　stamped　with　some　vague　ante…natal　impression
  of　a　mother　given　to　over…sentimental　contemplation　of　books　of
  beauty　and　albums　rather　than　the　family　features；　offspring　of
  typical　men　and　women；　and　yet　themselves　incongruous　to　any　known
  local　or　even　general　type。　　The　long　swan…like　neck；　tendriled
  hair；　swimming　eyes；　and　small　patrician　head；　had　never　lived　or
  moved　before　in　Tasajara　or　the　West；　nor　perhaps　even　existed
  except　as　a　personified　〃Constancy；〃　〃Meditation；〃　or　the　〃Baron's
  Bride；〃　in　mezzotint　or　copperplate。　　Even　the　girl's　common　pink
  print　dress　with　its　high　sleeves　and　shoulders　could　not
  conventionalize　these　original　outlines；　and　the　hand　that　rested
  stiffly　on　the　back　of　her　chair；　albeit　neither　over…white　nor
  well　kept；　looked　as　if　it　had　never　held　anything　but　a　lyre；　a
  rose；　or　a　good　book。　　Even　the　few　sprays　of　wild　jessamine　which
  she　had　placed　in　the　coils　of　her　waving　hair；　although　a　local
  fashion；　became　her　as　a　special　ornament。
  The　two　girls　kept　their　constrained　and　artificially　elaborated
  attitude　for　a　few　moments；　accompanied　by　the　murmur　of　voices　in
  the　kitchen；　the　monotonous　drip　of　the　eaves　before　the　window；
  and　the　far…off　sough　of　the　wind。　　Then　Phemie　suddenly　broke　into
  a　constrained　giggle；　which　she　however　quickly　smothered　as　she
  had　the　accordion；　and　with　the　same　look　of　mischievous　distress。
  〃I'm　astonished　at　you；　Phemie；〃　said　Clementina　in　a　deep　contralto
  voice；　which　seemed　even　deeper　from　its　restraint。　　〃You　don't　seem
  to　have　any　sense。　　Anybody'd　think　you　never　had　seen　a　stranger
  before。〃
  〃Saw　him　before　you　did；〃　retorted　Phemie　pertly。　　But　here　a
  pushing　of　chairs　and　shuffling　of　feet　in　the　kitchen　checked　her。
  Clementina　fixed　an　abstracted　gaze　on　the　ceiling；　Phemie　regarded
  a　leaf　on　the　window　sill　with　photographic　rigidity　as　the　door
  opened　to　the　strangers　and　her　father。
  The　look　of　undisguised　satisfaction　which　lit　the　young　men's
  faces　relieved　Mr。　Harkutt's　awkward　introduction　of　any
  embarrassment；　and　almost　before　Phemie　was　fully　aware　of　it；　she
  found　herself　talking　rapidly　and　in　a　high　key　with　Mr。　Lawrence
  Grant；　the　surveyor；　while　her　sister　was　equally；　although　more
  sedately；　occupied　with　Mr。　Stephen　Rice；　his　assistant。　　But　the
  enthusiasm　of　the　strangers；　and　the　desire　to　please　and　be
  pleased　was　so　genuine　and　contagious　that　presently　the　accordion
  was　brought　into　requisition；　and　Mr。　Grant　exhibited　a　surprising
  faculty　of　accompaniment　to　Mr。　Rice's　tenor；　in　which　both　the
  girls　joined。
  Then　a　game　of　cards　with　partners　followed；　into　which　the　rival
  parties　introduced　such　delightful　and　shameless　obviousness　of
  cheating；　and　displayed　such　fascinating　and　exaggerated
  partisanship　that　the　game　resolved　itself　into　a　hilarious　melee；
  to　which　peace　was　restored　only　by　an　exhibition　of　tricks　of
  legerdemain　with　the　cards　by　the　young　surveyor。　　All　of　which
  Mr。　Harkutt　supervised　patronizingly；　with　occasional　fits　of
  abstraction；　from　his　rocking…chair；　and　later　Mrs。　Harkutt　from　her
  kitchen　threshold；　wiping　her　arms　on　her　apron　and　commiseratingly
  observing　that　she　〃declared；　the　young　folks　looked　better
  already。〃
  But　it　was　here　a　more　dangerous　element　of　mystery　and　suggestion
  was　added　by　Mr。　Lawrence　Grant　in　the　telling　of　Miss　Euphemia's
  fortune　from　the　cards　before　him；　and　that　young　lady；　pink　with
  excitement；　fluttered　her　little　hands　not　unlike　timid　birds　over
  the　cards　to　be　drawn；　taking　them　from　him　with　an　audible　twitter
  of　anxiety　and　great　doubts　whether　a　certain　〃fair…haired
  gentleman〃　was　in　hearts　or　diamonds。
  〃Here　are　two　strangers；〃　said　Mr。　Grant；　with　extraordinary
  gravity　laying　down　the　cards；　〃and　here　is　a　'journey；'　this　is
  'unexpected　news；'　and　this　ten　of　diamonds　means　'great　wealth'　to
  you；　which　you　see　follows　the　advent　of　the　two　strangers　and　is
  some　way　connected　with　them。〃
  〃Oh；　indeed；〃　said　the　young　lady　with　great　pertness　and　a　toss　of
  her　head。　　〃I　suppose　they've　got　the　money　with　them。〃
  〃No；　though　it　reaches　you　through　them；〃　he　answered　with
  unflinching　solemnity。　　〃Wait　a　bit；　I　have　it！　　I　see；　I've　made　a
  mistake　with　this　card。　　It　signifies　a　journey　or　a　road。　　Queer！
  isn't　it；　Steve？　　It's　THE　ROAD。〃
  〃It　is　queer；〃　said　Rice　with　equal　gravity；　〃but　it's　so。　　The
  road；　sure！〃　　Nevertheless　he　looked　up　into　the　large　eyes　of
  Clementina　with　a　certain　confidential　air　of　truthfulness。
  〃You　see；　ladies；〃　continued　the　surveyor；　appealing　to　them　with
  unabashed　rigidity　of　feature；　〃the　cards　don't　lie！　　Luckily　we
  are　in　a　position　to　corroborate　them。　　The　road　in　question　is　a
  secret　known　only　to　us　and　some　capitalists　in　San　Francisco。　　In
  fact　even　THEY　don't　know　that　it　is　feasible　until　WE　report　to
  them。　　But　I　don't　mind　telling　you　now；　as　a　slight　return　for
  your　charming　hospitality；　that　the　road　is　a　RAILROAD　from　Oakland
  to　Tasajara　Creek　of　which　we've　just　made　the　preliminary　survey。
  So　you　see　what　the　cards　mean　is　this：　You're　not　far　from
  Tasajara　Creek；　in　fact　with　a　very　little　expense　your　father
  could　connect　this　stream　with　the　creek；　and　have　a　WATERWAY
  STRAIGHT　TO　THE　RAILROAD　TERMINUS。　　That's　the　wealth　the　cards
  promise；　and　if　your　father　knows　how　to　take　a　hint　he　can　make
  his　fortune！〃
  It　was　impossible　to　say　which　was　the　most　dominant　in　the　face　of
  the　speaker；　the　expre