with envious eyes.

"How lovely!" she said.

"Do you think so?" cried Annie, in sur-
prise. "I like it, of course, because it is
home, but I don't see how you could call
anything here lovely."

"Oh, you don't understand," her visitor
went on. "It's lovely because it looks so
happy. Some of us have -- well, kind o'
lost our grip."

"It's easy to do that if you don't feel
well," Annie remarked sympathetically. "I
haven't felt as well as usual myself, lately.
And I do get lonesome and wonder what
good it does to fix up every day when there
is no one to see. But that is all nonsense,
and I put it out of my head."

She smoothed out the clean lawn apron
with delicate touch. Mrs. Dundy followed
the movement with her eyes.

"Oh, my dear," she cried, "you don't
know nothin' about it yet! But you will
know! You will!" and those restless, hot
eyes of hers seemed to grow more restless