"I shall see you to-morrow surely," she called back, turning a radiant face
to the lonely little figure in the doorway. She felt deliriously happy as
she ran down the stairs; her eyes shone like stars; a buoyant joyfulness
spoke in her step.

"It is so easy to be happy when one has everything," she mused. She forgot
to add, "And gives much." There is so much happiness derived from a kind
action that were it not for the motive, charity might be called supreme
selfishness.


Chapter XI.

She told her mother in a few words at luncheon that she had arranged to
take Spanish lessons from a young protege of Dr. Kemp, who had been ill
and was in want.

"And I was thinking," she added with naive policy, "that I might combine a
little business with pleasure this afternoon, --pay off some of those ever
urgent calls you accuse me of outlawing, and at the same time try to get up
a class of pupils for Miss Delano. What do you think?"

"That would be nice; don't forget Mrs. Bunker. I know you don't like her,
but you must pay a call for the musical which we did not attend; and she
has children who might like to learn Spanish. I wonder if I could take
lessons too; it would not be exciting, and I am not yet so old but I may
learn."

"You might ask the doctor. He has almost dismissed himself now; and after
we get back from the country perhaps Jennie would join us two in a class.