CHAPTER XI.
Dr.Cautley Sends in his Bill "I wonder," Mrs.Moon observed suddenly one morning, "if that man is going to let his bill run on to the day of judgment ?" The Old Lady had not even distantly alluded to Dr.Cautley for as many as ten months.

After the great day of what she called Juliana's "resignation" she seemed to have tacitly agreed that since Juliana had spared her dream she would spare Juliana's.

Did she not know, she too, that the dream is the reality?
As Miss Quincey, gentlewoman at large, Juliana had a perfect right to set up a dream of her own; as to whether she was able to afford the luxury, Juliana was the best judge.

Her present wonder, then, had no malignant reference; it was simply wrung from her by inexorable economy.

Juliana's supplies were calculated to last a year; as it was the winter season that they had lately weathered, she was rather more than three-quarters of the way through her slender resources, and it behoved them to look out for bills ahead.