That's a dear ma."

It was vaguely comforting to have Tilly so affectionate.
"I'm a wicked, ungrateful woman to be so wretched,"
thought Jane; "I'll never let Tilly know how I felt."

In a surprisingly short time the carriage stopped.
"Now, ma," said Tilly.

A great blaze of light seemed all about Jane Louder.
There were the dear familiar windows of the Lossing block.

"Come up-stairs, ma," said Tilly.

She followed like one in a dream; and like one in a dream
she was pushed into her own old parlor. The old parlor,
but not quite the old parlor; hung with new wall-paper,
shining with new paint, soft under her feet with a new carpet,
it looked to Jane Louder like fairyland.

"Oh, Tilly," she gasped; "oh, Tilly, ain't you moved?"

"No, nor we ain't going to move, ma--that's the surprise!
I took the money I'd saved for moving, for the new carpet
and new dishes; and the Lossings they papered and painted.
I was SO 'fraid we couldn't get done in time. Alma and all
the boarders are coming in pretty soon to welcome you,
and they've all chipped in for a little banquet at Mrs. Carleton's--
why, mother, you're crying! Mother, you didn't really think I'd
move when it made you feel so bad? I know I'm set and stubborn,