for a rich man, and she'll get him!"

"I suppose so," Rachael agreed, casting about among the men she
knew for an appropriate partner for Miss Clay.

"Suppose so!" he echoed in good-humored scorn. "Don't you fool
yourself, she'll get what she's after! There isn't a man alive
that wouldn't fall for that particular type!"

"Warren, do you suppose so?" his wife asked in surprise.

"Well, watch and see!"

"Perhaps--" Rachael's interest wandered. "What time have you?" she
asked.

He glanced at his watch. "Six-ten."

"Six-TEN! Oh, my poor abused baby--and I should have been here at
quarter before six!" She was all mother as she ran upstairs. Had
he been crying? Oh, he had been crying! Poor little old duck of a
hungry boy, did he have a bad, wicked mother that never remembered
him! He was in her arms in an instant, and the laughing maid
carried away her hat and wrap without disturbing his meal. Rachael
leaned back in the big chair, panting comfortably, as much
relieved over his relief as he was. The wedding was forgotten. She
was at home again; she could presently put this baby down and have
a little interval of hugging and 'tories with Jimmy.

"You'll get your lovely dress all mussed," said old Mary in high