wills, each time leaving all her money to a different public
institution; but they each one did something she didn't like before
she could die. The last time she decided to give Constance a chance,
made a new will and took sick the same night. Constance has the
interest on her million till she marries Gresham; then she gets it
all. If she marries anybody else before Gresham dies the money goes
to a home for blind cats, or something like that."

"Healthy soul, wasn't she?" commiserated Johnny. "But why Gresham?"

"The bug for family. Aunt Gertrude's father didn't make his tobacco-
trust money fast enough for her to marry Gresham's father, who would
have been a lord if everybody in England had died. Constance is to
bring aristocracy into the family now."

"Tell her to tear up that million. I'll get her another one,"
offered Johnny easily.

"You'll need some repairs before you start," she suggested. "They
tell me you're down and out."

"Tell them to guess again!" he indignantly retorted. "I own all the
to-morrows in the world. There's money in every one of them."

"I've got an awful big bank-account that needs exercise," she
offered. "Now, look here, Johnny, don't yell like I'd hit you with a
brick. You told me to help myself once when I needed it, and I did.
You ought to let me get even. All right, then; be stingy! Where's
Sammy?" She had been feeling in both sleeves with a trace of
annoyance, and now she turned to discover Sammy a few paces back,