st seen ye--all for excitement, and fashions, and things like that.
I've been wonderfully mistaken in you, Janice Day."

Oddly enough the old lady made small objection to her daughter's going
to Boston with the child. "Anyhow," she grumbled to Janice, "she won't
be runnin' into Hopewell's all the time if she ain't here."

"There will be no need of _that_, mother, if little Lottie is away,"
Miss 'Rill said, gently.

At home----Ah! that is where Janice had the greatest opposition to meet.

"I declare to goodness!" snarled Marty Day. "If you ain't the very
craziest girl there ever was, Janice! Givin' all that good money away!
And goin' without that buzz-wagon you've been talking about so long!"

"Well, I've only been _talking_ about it, Marty," laughed Janice. "I
couldn't really believe it was coming true----"

"And it ain't come true, it seems," snapped her cousin.

"No-o. Not exactly. But I had the surprise of getting Daddy's check,
and it was just _dear_ of him to send me such a lot of money."

"What do you suppose Broxton will say, girl, when he learns how you've
frittered that thousand dollars away?" demanded Uncle Jason, sternly.

"He'll never say a word--in objection," she cried. "You can read right
here in his letter how I am to use the money in just any way I
please--and no questions asked!"

"But you've talked so much about your automobile, deary," said Aunt
'Mira, faintly. "Ain't you most disappointed to death, child?"

"Oh, no, Aunty," returned Janice, cheerfully. "You know, I could be
just awfully selfish, _in my mind_! But when it came to running about
the country in an automobile, with poor Lottie blind and helpless
because of my selfishness----No, no! I could not have done it."

"I don't suppose you could, child," sighed the large lady, shaking her
head. "But whatever am I goin' to do with that auto coat and them
veils I bought? They don't seem jest the thing to wear out, jogging
behind old Sam and Lightfoot."

However, Mr. Day had a chance to trade the two old farm horses off that
spring for a handsome pair of sorrels. They were good work horses as
well as drivers. An old double-seated buckboard which had been under
one of the Day sheds for a decade, was hauled out and repaired, painted
and varnished, new cushions made, and on occasion the family went to
drive about the country.

"For it does seem," Mrs. Day, with wondering satisfaction, more than
once declared, "it does seem