it all, Kit, why don't you say something?"

"What do you want me to say?" I demanded. "That I love to cook,
and of course I'll fix trays and carry them up in the morning to
Anne Brown and Leila Mercer and the rest; and that I will have
the shaving water ready--"

"I know what I'm going to do," Jimmy said, with a sudden
resolution. "Aunt Selina and her money can go to blazes. I am
going right upstairs and tell her the truth, tell her who you
are, what I am, and all the rest of it." He opened the door.

"You'll do nothing of the kind," I gasped, catching him in time.
"Don't you dare, Jimmy Wilson! Why, what would they think of me?
After letting her call me Bella, and him--Jim, if Mr. Harbison
ever learns the truth--I--I will take poison. If we are going to
be shut up here together, we will have to carry it on. I couldn't
stand the disgrace."

In spite of an heroic effort, Jim looked relieved. "They have
been hunting for the linen closet," he said, more cheerfully,
"and there will be room enough, I think. Harbison and I will hang
out in the studio; there are two couches there. I'm afraid you'll
have to take Aunt Selina, Kit."

"Certainly," I said coldly. That was the way it was all along.
Whenever there was something to do that no one else would
undertake--any unpleasant responsibility--that entire mongrel
household turned with one gesture and pointed its finger at me!
Well, it is over now, and I ought not to be bitter, considering