It's first six pages were even more personal than his own (being more
feminine) and then came this paragraph:

Janice is going to your aunt by to-night's train. Now, don't say a
word! It is nothing--nothing--absolutely nothing. Don't you know
that I am too utterly happy to be able to do anything for anyone
that you--etc., etc., etc.

Jack seized his hat and hurried to where his lady-love was just then
residing. But Janice had gone!

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - "GRANITE"

Joshua was despatched to drive through mud and rain to bring Aunt Mary's
solace from the station.

Aunt Mary had herself propped up in bed to be ready for the return before
Billy's feet had ceased to cry splash on the road outside of the gate. Her
eagerness tinged her pallor pink. It was as if the prospect of seeing
Janice gave her some of that flood of vitality which always seems to ebb
and flow so richly in the life of a metropolis.

"My gracious heavens, Lucinda" (for Lucinda was back now), she said
joyfully, "to think that I needn't look at you for a week if I don't want
to! You haven't any idea how tired I am of looking at you, Lucinda. If you
looked like anything it would be different. But you don't."

Lucinda rocked placidly; hers was what is called an "even disposition." If
it hadn't been, she might have led an entirely different life--in fact, she
would most certainly have lived somewhere else, for she couldn't possibly
have lived with Aunt Mary.

The hour that ensued after Joshua's departure was so long that it resulted
in a nap for the invalid, and Lucinda had to wake her by slamming the
closet door when the arrival turned in at the gate.

"Has he got her?" Aunt Mary cried breathlessly. "Has he got someone with
him? Run, Lucinda, an' bring her in. She needn't wipe her feet, tell her;
you can brush the hall afterwards. Well, why ain't you hurryin'?"

Lucinda was hurrying, her curiosity being as potent as the commands of her
mistress, and five seconds later Janice appeared in the door with her
predecessor just behind her--a striking contrast.

"You dear blessed Granite!" cried the old lady, stretching out her hands
in a sort of ecstasy. "Oh, my! but I'm glad to see you! Come right
straight here. No, shut the door first. Lucinda, you go and do 'most
anything. An' how is the city?"

Janice came to the bedside and dropped on her knees there, taking Aunt
Mary's withered hand close in both of her own.

"You d