him, Susan. In fact, I'm going to pay you sixty dollars, so as to be
sure to cover it. Will that be quite satisfactory?"

Susan stared frankly.

"You mean ME--take money from you, ma'am,--to pay my back wages?" she
asked.

"Yes."

"But--" Susan paused and threw a quick glance toward the broad back of
the man at the end of the room. Then she turned resolutely to Mrs.
Colebrook, her chin a little higher than usual. "Oh, no, thank you. I
ain't needin' the money, Mis' Colebrook, an' I'd ruther wait for Mr.
Burton, anyway," she finished cheerfully, as she turned to go.

"Nonsense, Susan, of COURSE you need the money. Everybody can make use
of a little money, I guess. Surely, there's SOMETHING you want."

With her hand almost on the doorknob Susan suddenly whisked about, her
face alight.

"Oh, yes, yes, I forgot, Mis' Colebrook," she cried eagerly. "There is
somethin' I want; an' I'll take it, please, an' thank you kindly."

"There, that's better," nodded Mrs. Colebrook. "And I've got it right
here, so you see you don't have to wait, even a minute," she smiled,
holding out the roll of bills.

Still with the eager light on her face, Susan reached for the money.