She was still looking at it helplessly when Mrs.
Tarbro-Smith came in with a swish of skirts and put her arm gently about her.
"DO you think you did what your heart told you to do, dear ?" asked the lady from New York, kissing Miss Sally on the brow.

"He was SO downcast.
I really pitied him, poor man." Miss Sally threw her arms around Mrs.Smith's waist and hit her face in the lacy softness of her gown, and wept.

The authoress smoothed the brown hair and waited patiently for the tears to cease.
"Did you see Mr.Toole ?" she asked brightly, to ease Miss Sally's weeping and to turn her thought to other things.

"He wanted to see you about those fire-extinguishers.

But I don't trust him.