Don't you see, it's what I've' been praying for--the very chance he's been wanting all this time.

Now you'll see what he can do;" and thereupon she poured out the whole story.
Since her own engagement she had not seemed much interested in her friend's position; the hours she spent with Irene were given to confidences of her own; and at times, for all her affectionate pity, it was impossible to keep out of her smile a trace of compassionate contempt for the woman who had made such a mistake in her life--such a vast, ridiculous mistake.
"He's to have all the decorations as well--a free hand.

It's perfect--" June broke into laughter, her little figure quivered gleefully; she raised her hand, and struck a blow at a muslin curtain.

"Do you, know I even asked Uncle James...." But, with a sudden dislike to mentioning that incident, she stopped; and presently, finding her friend so unresponsive, went away.

She looked back from the pavement, and Irene was still standing in the doorway.