began to laugh violently, and the others became almost hysterical in
their delight at seeing her equilibrium restored.

"But you know what I do with my money, Thorny," began Susan, her
eyes filling again.

"She gives every cent to her aunt," said Miss Thornton sternly, as
if she accused the firm, Mr. Brauer and Miss Kirk by the statement.

"And I've--worked--so hard!" Susan's lips were beginning to tremble
again. But with an effort she controlled herself, fumbled for a
handkerchief, and faced the group, disfigured as to complexion,
tumbled as to hair, but calm.

"Well, there's no help for it, I suppose!" said she hardily, in a
tone somewhat hoarsened by tears. "You're all darlings, and I'm a
fool. But I certainly intend to get even with Mr. Brauer!"

"DON'T give up your job," Miss Sherman pleaded.

"I will the minute I get another," said Susan, morosely, adding
anxiously, "Do I look a perfect fright, Thorny? Do my eyes show?"

"Not much--" Miss Cottle wavered.

"Wash them with cold water, and powder your nose," advised Miss
Thornton briskly.

"And my hair--!" Susan put her hand to the disordered mass, and
laughed helplessly.