Though she did not believe in mourning, she had been wearing dark gowns of late to avoid hurting Edith's feelings.

But to-night she had donned bright colors instead; her dress was as near decollete as anything that Deborah wore, and there was a band of dull blue velvet bound about her hair.
"Thanks, dearie," she said, smiling.

"Shall we go in to dinner now ?" she added to her father.

"Edith said not to wait for her--and I'll have to be off rather early this evening." "What is it to-night ?" he inquired.
"A big meeting at Cooper Union." And at dinner she went on to say that in her five schools the neighborhood clubs had combined to hold this meeting, and she herself was to preside.

At once her young niece was all animation.
"Oh, I wish I could go and hear you!" she sighed.
"Afraid you can't, Betsy," her aunt replied.