"I notice that none of these Sundays or Saturday afternoons have money in them.

According to my plan I also allowed for two possible holidays; but why are those two special days left white ?" "Well," hesitated Constance, flushing slightly, "May thirtieth is Decoration Day; and then I allowed for a possible birthday." "Birthday ?" he repeated, perplexed.

"Whose ?" "Oh, anybody's," she hastily assured him.

"You can move the date to suit.

You know you said you weren't going to work on Sundays, evenings, holidays or birthdays." "I have but one birthday this year, and it comes in the fall," he answered, laughing; then suddenly a dazzling light blinded him.