Joe had not come home, thank goodness.

She went to her room and to her bed, and had a good cry, which relieved her a little.

And so, after an hour or two, looking steadily up at the ceiling, she decided that after a few days' rest she would go to all three of those bureaus and say, "I'm in the market still, if you please, but only for a woman boss." But later, as she was dressing for dinner, her eye was caught by the photograph of her sister Amy.

And the face appeared to her suddenly so strong and wise with its knowledge of life.

She remembered Amy's smiles at all new "movements" and ideas and work for women.