She made answer to her stabs of conscience by action instead of words, going straight to her friend, the ticket-seller.

"That feller," she said, indicating the tenor, "ain"t satisfied with the fit of his surplus. I"ve got one jest his size. It"s done up spick and span clean, and I"ll rent it to him fer the show. He kin hev it fer the ev"nin" fer a dollar. Would you ask him fer me?"

"Certainly, Amarilly," he agreed.

He came back to her, smiling.

"He"ll take it, but he seems to think your charge rather high--more than that of most costumers, he said."

"This ain"t no common surplus," defended Amarilly loftily. "It was wore by the rector of St. Mark"s, and he give it to me. It"s of finer stuff than the choir surpluses, and it hez got a cross worked onto it, and a pocket in it, too."

"Of course such inducements should increase the value," confirmed Mr.

Vedder gravely, and he proceeded to hold another colloquy with the twinkling-eyed tenor. Amarilly went home for the surplice and received therefor the sum of one dollar, which swelled the Jenkins"s purse perceptibly.

And here began the mundane career of the minister"s surplice.

CHAPTER VIII

Ever apt in following a lead, Amarilly at once resolved to establish a regular costuming business. It even occurred to her to hire out the lace waist, but thoughts of wedding bells prevailed against her impulse to open this branch of the business.

When the young tenor returned the surplice he informed Amarilly that two young ladies of his acquaintance were going to give a home entertainment for charity. Among the impromptu acts would be some tableaux, and the surplice was needed for a church scene. So the new venture brought in another dollar that week.

One day Bud came home capless, having crossed a bridge in a high wind.

"I seen an ad," said the thrifty Flamingus, "that the Beehive would give away baseball caps to-day."

Amarilly immediately set out for the Beehive, an emporium of fashion in the vicinity of the theatre. It was the noon hour, and there were no other customers in evidence.

The proprietor and a clerk were engaged in discussing the design for a window display, and were loath to notice their would-be beneficiary.

Finally the clerk drawled out:

"Did you want anything, little girl?"

"I called," explained Amarilly with grandiose manner, "to git one of them caps you advertised to give away."

"Oh, those were all given out long ago. You should have come earlier,"

he replied with an air of relief, as he turned to resume the all-absorbing topic with the proprietor.

Amarilly"s interest in the window display dispelled any disappointment she might have had in regard to Bud"s head covering.

"Now," said the clerk didactically, "my idea is this. Have a wedding--a church wedding. I can rig up an altar, and we"ll have the bride in a white, trailing gown; the groom, best man, and ushers in dress suits to advertise our gents" department, the bridesmaids and relatives in different colored evening dresses, and in this way we can announce our big clearing sale of summer goods in the ready-to-wear department. It"ll make a swell window and draw crowds. Women can never get by a wedding."

"That"s a dandy idea, Ben," approved the proprietor.

"Oh, I am a winner on ideas," vaunted the clerk chestily.

So was Amarilly. She stepped eagerly up to the window designer.

"Do you keep surpluses?"

"No; don"t know what they are," replied the clerk shortly, turning from her. "We"ll get a wreath of orange flowers for the bride, and then we can have a child carrying the ring, so as to call attention to our children"s department."

"A surplus," explained Amarilly, scornful of such avowed ignorance, "is the white gown that Episcopal ministers wear."

"No; we don"t keep them," was the impatient rejoinder.

"Well, I hev one," she said, addressing the proprietor this time, "a real minister"s, and I"ll rent it to you to put on your figger of the minister in your wedding window. He"ll hev to wear one."

"I am not an Episcopalian," said the proprietor hesitatingly. "What do you think, Ben?"

"Well, it hadn"t occurred to me to have an Episcopal wedding, but I don"t know but what it would work out well, after all. It would make it attract notice more, and women are always daffy over Episcopal weddings.

They like cla.s.sy things. We could put a card in the window, saying all the clergy bought the linen for their surplices here. How," turning to Amarilly, "did you happen to have such an article?"

"We do the washin" fer St. Mark"s church, and the minister give us one of his surpluses."

"The display will be in for six days. What will you rent it for that long?"

"I allers git a dollar a night fer it," replied Amarilly.

"Too much!" declared the clerk. "I"ll give you fifty cents a day."

"I"ll let it go six days fer four dollars," bargained Amarilly.

"Well, seeing you have come down on your offer, I"ll come up a little on mine. I"ll take it for three-fifty."

Amarilly considered.

"I will, if you"ll throw in one of them caps fer my brother."

"All right," laughed the proprietor. "I think we"ll call it a bargain.

See if you can"t dig up one of those caps for her, Ben."

Without much difficulty Ben produced a cap, and Amarilly hurried home for the surplice. She went down to the Beehive every day during the wedding-window week and feasted her eyes on the beloved gown. She took all the glory of the success of the display to her own credit, and her feelings were very much like those of the writer of a play on a first night.

From a wedding to a funeral was the natural evolution of a surplice, but this time it did not appear in its customary role. Instead of adorning a minister, it clad the corpse. Mrs. Hudgers"s only son, a scalawag, who had been a constant drain on his mother"s small stipend, was taken ill and died, to the discreetly disguised relief of the neighborhood.

"I"m agoin" to give Hallie a good funeral," Mrs. Hudgers confided to Amarilly. "I"m agoin" to hev hacks and flowers and singin" If yer St.

Mark"s man was to hum now, I should like to have him fishyate."

"Who will you git?" asked Amarilly interestedly.

"I"ll hev the preacher from the meetin"-house on the hill, Brother Longgra.s.s."

"I wonder," speculated Amarilly, "if he"d like to wear the surplus?"

Foremost as the plumes of Henry of Navarre in battle were the surplice and the renting thereof in Amarilly"s vision.