"Yes; and some day the doctor or his wife will come in and find her
at the piano, and your friend will lose her fine position," Mrs.
Salisbury suggested.

"Oh, Mabel never would have touched the piano without their
permission," Justine said quickly, with a little resentful flush.

"You mean that they are perfectly willing to have her use it?" Mrs.
Salisbury asked.

"Oh, quite!"

"Have they ADOPTED her?"

"Oh, no! No; Mabel is twenty-four or five."

"What's the doctor's name?"

"Mitchell. Dr. Quentin Mitchell. He's a member of the Burning Woods
Club."

"A member of the CLUB! And he allows--" Mrs. Salisbury did not
finish her thought. "I don't want to say anything against your
friend," she began again presently, "but for a girl in her position
to waste her time studying music seems rather absurd to me. I
thought the very idea of the college was to content girls with
household positions."

"Well, she is going to be married next spring," Justine said, "and