himself, with maps and blue-books,--they had reëntered the city by the
back door as it were, and now spun over unaccustomed streets.

"I didn't know you went in for charity, my dear."

"Oh, a cousin of mine is drumming up funds for this, you see...."

Not clearly understanding it herself, how could she explain the impulse
which had led her to offer Hen, without being dunned at all, her royal
subscription? Perhaps she had a vague feeling that this would prove, to
the complete satisfaction of the public, that she and her family were
far from being shameless homicides, dead to all benevolent works. It
appeared that mamma had already subscribed fifteen dollars to the
Settlement, on personal solicitation of Mr. Dayne, but of course you
could not prove anything much for fifteen dollars.

Hugo, having turned to look at Carlisle, lost interest in Settlements.
His gaze became fixed, and it said, plainer than ardent print, that, if
he had many possessions, here was far the best and dearest of them....

"Where's that ripping little hat you wore yesterday? You know--a brown
one, sort of a toque, I suppose--all old rose inside?"

"Why, Hugo!... Don't you like this hat _extremely_?"

"Rather! Only, if there is a choice, I do think I'd vote for the
toque.... You've gone and spoiled me by giving away how you can look
when you try."

Carlisle laughed merrily. She was glad to have her lover so observant of