next. If Content's aunt had died of a contagious
disease, nothing could induce me to touch another
thing."

"Well, dear, you know that she died from the
shock of a carriage accident, because she had a weak
heart."

"I know it, and of course there is nothing con-
tagious about that." Sally took up an ancient
bandbox and opened it. She displayed its contents:
a very frivolous bonnet dating back in style a half-
century, gay with roses and lace and green strings,
and another with a heavy crape veil dependent.

"You certainly do not advise me to keep these?"
asked Sally, despondently.

Edward Patterson looked puzzled. "Use your
own judgment," he said, finally.

Sally summarily marched across the room and
flung the gay bonnet and the mournful one out of the
window. Then she took out a bundle of very old
underwear which had turned a saffron yellow with
age. "People are always coming to me for old linen
in case of burns," she said, succinctly. "After these
are washed I can supply an auto da fe."

Poor Sally worked all that day and several days