from school, and hear her say, 'Jimmie, take your hands out of that
crock! No, you can't have but one. Well, two, but no more. Now take
that plate over to Mis' Fisher and that one to Miss Corbin--'"

He was quiet again for a few moments; then, as if coming back to the
world beside him, he said in his usual even tones:

"Shall we go into the library?"

And the guests did not laugh again.

Drusilla was neighborly in other ways besides that of sending cakes
and cookies on her baking day. One day she heard that Mrs. Beaumont,
who lived in the first house below her, was ill. "She has a bad
cold," Miss Lee told her, "and they are afraid it might develop into
pneumonia. But, between you and me, she's just bored to death and
doesn't have enough to interest her."

As soon as her visitor left, Drusilla went upstairs, and came down
with a little package in her hand and an old-fashioned sunbonnet on
her head. She went out of the gate and down the road until she came
to the great gates that guarded the home of the multi-millionaire who
lived there.

She was told at the door that Mrs. Beaumont was not receiving, but
she told the man to tell his mistress that she had something special
for her and would not detain her but a moment. The man rather
unwillingly took her message, and returning in a few moments
conducted Drusilla into a luxurious bedroom, where a very beautiful
woman was lying upon a chaise lounge, dressed in an elaborate