very highly thought of in the town I come from. His father was a
doctor, and his buggy used to go around day, and night. When he
found they wouldn't take him as a soldier he was like to break his
heart."

"Lame?" Grace repeated, ignoring Ellen.

"Just a little. You forget all about it when you know him. Don't
you, Ellen?"

But at Grace's tone Ellen had remembered. She stiffened, and became
again a housemaid in the Anthony Cardew house, a self-effacing,
rubber-heeled, pink-uniformed lower servant. She glanced at Mrs.
Cardew, whose eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Thank you, miss," she said. And went out, leaving Lily rather
chilled and openly perplexed.

"Well!" she said. Then she glanced at her mother. "I do believe
you are a little shocked, mother, because Ellen and I have a mutual
friend in Mr. William Wallace Cameron! Well, if you want the exact
truth, he hadn't an atom of use for me until he heard about Ellen."
She put an arm around Grace's shoulders. "Brace up, dear," she
said, smilingly. "Don't you cry. I'll be a Cardew bye-and-bye."

"Did you really go to the moving pictures with him?" Grace asked,
rather unhappily. She had never been inside a moving picture
theater. To her they meant something a step above the corner saloon,
and a degree below the burlesque houses. They were constituted of
bad air and unchaperoned young women accompanied by youths who