Her eyes turned quickly. Colette stood at the curb, her hand on the door of the electric.

"I waited to take you home, dear. Why, what"s the matter, Amarilly?

Tears?"

"I thought you wan"t goin" to speak to me," said Amarilly, as she stepped into the brougham and took the seat beside Colette.

"I didn"t want to interrupt you and Mr. Meredith, but it"s a wonder I knew you. You look so different. You have grown so tall, and what a beautiful dress! Who showed you how to fix your hair so artistically? I never realized you had such beautiful hair, child!"

"I didn"t nuther, till he told me."

"Who, Amarilly? Lord Algernon?"

"No!" scoffed Amarilly, suddenly realizing that her former hero had toppled from his pedestal in her thoughts. ""Tain"t him. It"s a new friend I have made. An artist."

"Oh, Amarilly, you have such distinguished acquaintances! All in the profession, too. Tell me who the artist is."

"Mr. Derry Phillips. I cleaned his rooms, and he took me to lunch. We ate things like we had to your house."

"Derry Phillips, the talented young artist! Why, Amarilly, girls are tumbling over each other trying to get attention from him, and he took you to luncheon! Where?"

"To Carter"s, and I"m to serve his breakfast and take care of his rooms, and he showed me how to fix my hair and to say "can" and "ate." He"s fired the woman what red his rooms."

""Merely Mary Ann,"" murmured Colette.

"No," said Amarilly positively. "Her name is Miss O"Leary, and she didn"t clean the mopboards."

Colette"s gay laughter pealed forth.

"Amarilly, this is the first time, I"ve laughed this summer, but I must explain something to you. The housekeeper told me that all the children had scarlet fever and were quarantined a long time after we left. I wish I had known it and thought more about you, but--I"ve had troubles of my own. How did you manage so long with nothing coming in?"

"It was purty hard, but we fetched it," sighed Amarilly, thinking of the struggles, "We"re doin" fine now again."

"But, tell me; how did you buy food and things when none of you were working?"

"When your ten dollars was gone, we spent his"n."

"Whose?"

"Mr. Meredith"s. He sent us a ten, too."

"Oh!" replied Colette frigidly.

"Then the Boarder give us all he hed. Arterwards come dark days until Mr. Vedder sent us a fiver.--Then thar was an orful day when thar wa"n"t a cent and we didn"t know whar to turn, and then--It saved us."

"It? What?"

"The surplus. Mr. St. John"s surplus. It brung in lots."

"Why, what do you mean, Amarilly?"

"You see "twas at our house when Iry was fust took sick--same as the waist you gimme was. They couldn"t nuther on "em be sent hum till they was fumygated. Then Mrs. Winders said as how he, Mr. St. John, said as how we was to keep it and cut it up fer the chillern, but we didn"t."

"Oh, Amarilly," asked Colette faintly, "do you mean to tell me that the surplice was never delivered to Mr. Meredith?"

"No. Gus didn"t take it that night, and in the mornin" when Iry was took it was too late. And then when it got fumygated, Mr. St. John had gone away and he left word we was to keep it."

The transformation in Colette"s mobile face during this explanation was rapid and wonderful. With a radiant smile she stopped the brougham and put her arms impulsively about Amarilly.

"Oh, Amarilly, I"m so happy, and I"ve had such a wretched summer! Now, we will go right to your house and you"ll let me see the surplice."

Amarilly looked surprised.

"Why, yes, you can see it, of course, though it ain"t no diffrent from his other ones."

"Oh yes it is! Far, far different, Amarilly. It has a history."

"Yes, I guess it has," laughed Amarilly, "It"s been goin" some these last two months!"

"Why, what do you mean, Amarilly? and I forgot in my excitement to ask how it helped you. But first tell me. You know there is a pocket in it?"

"Yes, Miss King."

"Have you noticed anything in the pocket?"

"Never looked onct. But then if thar was "twould hev come out in the wash. It"s been did up heaps of times. You see, rentin" it out so much--"

"Renting it out!"

Amarilly gave a graphic account of the adventures of the errant garment to date. Meanwhile Colette"s countenance underwent kaleidoscopic changes.

"Amarilly," she asked faintly, "have you the addresses of all those people to whom you rented it?"

"Yes; I keep books now, and I put it down in my day ledger the way the Boarder showed me."

"There was something--of mine--in--that pocket. Will you ask your mother to look for it, and hunt the house over for it?"

Amarilly, greatly distressed at the loss, promised faithfully to do so.

CHAPTER XV

As soon as Amarilly had been deposited at her door, Colette tore a leaf from the tablet reposing in its silver case, hastily wrote a few lines, and then ran her brougham at full speed back to St. Mark"s. A chorister was just coming out.

"Walter!" she called.

The lad came down to the curb.