Marian used to run off from Miss Waring's to cheer me up, mostly when her lessons were bad, wasn't it, Marian ?" "I love this house, Aunt Sally, but you can't have us all on your hands all the time." "Well," Mrs.Owen remarked, glancing round the table quizzically, "I might do worse.

But even Sylvia scorns me; she's going to move out to-morrow." Mrs.Bassett with difficulty concealed her immeasurable relief.

Mrs.
Owen left explanations to Sylvia, who promptly supplied them.
"That sounds as though I were about to take leave without settling my bill, doesn't it?
But I thought it wise not to let it get too big; I'm going to move to Elizabeth House." "Elizabeth House! Why, Sylvia!" cried Marian.
Mrs.Bassett smothered a sigh of satisfaction.

If Aunt Sally was transferring her protegee to the home she had established for working girls (and it was inconceivable that the removal could be upon Sylvia's own initiative), the Bassett prospects brightened at once.

Aunt Sally was, in her way, an aristocrat; she was rich and her eccentricities were due largely to her kindness of heart; but Mrs.Bassett was satisfied now that she was not a woman to harbor in her home a girl who labored in a public school-house.