reasoning, as a daughter-in-law, she would not want a shop-girl,
especially not one who as a shop-girl was known to all New Bedford.
My mood as I turned my back upon the golden glories of Harbor
Castle and walked to New Bedford was thoughtful.

I had telegraphed my servant to bring me more clothes and my
Phoenix car; and as I did not want him inquiring for Fletcher
Farrell had directed him to come by boat to Fall River.
Accordingly, the next morning, I took the trolley to that city, met
him at the wharf, and sent him back to New York. I gave him a check
with instructions to have it cashed in that city and to send the
money, and my mail, to Frederick Fitzgibbon. This ALIAS I explained
to him by saying I was gathering material for an article to prove
one could live on fifty cents a day. He was greatly relieved to
learn I did not need a valet to help me prove it.

I returned driving the Phoenix to New Bedford, and as it was a
Saturday, when the store closed at noon, I had the ineffable
delight of taking Polly Briggs for a drive. As chaperons she
invited two young friends of hers named Lowell. They had been but
very lately married, and regarded me no more than a chauffeur they
had hired by the hour. This left Polly who was beside me on the
front seat, and myself, to our own devices. Our devices were
innocent enough. They consisted in conveying the self-centred
Lowells so far from home that they could not get back for supper
and were so forced to dine with me. Polly, for as Polly I now
thought of her, discovered the place. It was an inn, on the edge of
a lake with an Indian name. We did not get home until late, but it
had been such a successful party that before we separated we
planned another journey for the morrow. That one led to the Cape by