Well--" and Miss Cornelia's tight little gray curls trembled with the vehemence of her decision, "if the young thing ever comes to me for advice I'll give her a piece of my mind that will surprise her and scandalize Sally Van Gorder Ogden out of her seven senses.

Sally thinks nobody's worth looking at if they didn't come over to America when our family did--she hasn't gumption enough to realize that if some people hadn't come over later, we'd all still be living on crullers and Dutch punch!" She was just stretching out her hand to ring for Lizzie when a knock came at the door.

She gathered her Paisley shawl more tightly about her shoulders.

"Who is it--oh, it's only you, Lizzie," as a pleasant Irish face, crowned by an old-fashioned pompadour of graying hair, peeped in at the door.

"Good morning, Lizzie--I was just going to ring for you.