her head and
laughed.

"You!" she said. "Why, bless my soul! All the expense of a double life
and none of its advantages!"

She went out on that, still laughing, leaving Mrs. Sam scarlet with
rage, and when she was safely gone I brought Mr. Dick out to the fire.
He was so limp he could hardly walk, and it took three glasses of the
wine and all Mr. Sam could do to start him back to the shelter-house.
His sister would not speak to him.

Mike went to Mr. Pierce that day and asked for a raise of salary.

He did not get it. Perhaps, as things have turned out, it was for the
best, but it is strange to think how different things would have been if
he'd been given it. He was sent up later, of course, for six months for
malicious mischief, but by that time the damage was done.

CHAPTER XX

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

That was on a Saturday morning. During the golf season Saturday is
always a busy day with us, with the husbands coming up for over Sunday,
and trying to get in all the golf, baths and spring water they can in
forty-eight hours. But in the winter Saturday is the same as any, other
day.

It had stopped snowing and the sun was shining, although it was so cold
that the snow blew like powder. By eleven o'clock every one who could
walk had come to the spring-house. Even Mr. Jennings came down in a
wheeled chair, and Senator Biggs, still looking a sort of grass-green
and keeping his eyes off me, came and sat in a corner, with a book
called Fast versus Feast held so that every one could see.

There were bridge tables going, and five hundred, and a group around
the slot-machine, while the crocheters formed a crowd by themselves,
exchanging gossip and new stitches.

About twelve o'clock Mr. Thoburn came in, and as he opened the door,
in leaped Arabella. The women made a fuss over the creature and cuddled
her, and when I tried to put her out everybody objected. So she stayed,
and Miss Summers put her through a lot of tricks, while the men crowded
around. As I said before, Miss Summers was a first favorite with the
men.

Mr. von Inwald and Miss Patty came in just then and stood watching.

"And now," said Mr. von Inwald, "I propose, as a reward to Miss
Arabella, a glass of this wonderful water. Minnie, a glass of water for
Arabella!"

"She doesn't drink out of one of my glasses," I declared angrily.

"It's one of my rules that dogs--"

"Tut!" said Mr. Thoburn. "What's good for man is good for beast.
Besid