my 'Liza!" She was in a flutter of surprise and delight,
and so absorbed was Tilly in getting her and her unwieldy
luggage into the car, that Jane's daughter forgot to kiss
her mother good-by.

"Put your arm in QUICK," she yelled, as Jane essayed to kiss
her hand through the window; "don't EVER put your arm or your
head out of a train!"--the train moved away--"I do hope
she'll remember what I told her, and not lend anybody money,
or come home lugging somebody else's baby!"

With such reflections, and an ugly sensation of loneliness
creeping over her, Tilly went to assure Miss Minnie Higbee of her
mother's safety. She described her reception to Harry Lossing
and Alma, later. "She really seemed kinder mad at me,"
says Tilly, "seemed to think I was interfering somehow.
And she hadn't any business to feel that way, for SHE
didn't know how I'd fooled her brother with that bird-cage.
I guess the poor old lady daren't call her soul her own.
I'd hate to have my mother that way--so 'fraid of me.
MY mother shall go where she pleases, and stay where she pleases,
and DO as she pleases."

"That makes me think," says Alma, "I heard you were going to move."

"Yes, we are. Mother is working too hard. She knows
everybody in the building, and they call on her all the time;
and I think the easiest way out is just to move."

Alma and Mr. Lossing exchanged glances. There is an Arabian legend