ssible,
began to explain matters to this ingenuous little heiress, as
painstakingly as if he were making things clear to a child.

"The capital of one million dollars, or of two hundred thousand pounds
of English money, is at present not here; it is where it was--invested
in the late Mr. Samuel Million's sausage and ham-curing factory in
Chicago, U. S. A."

Here Million's face fell.

"Not here. Somehow, Miss," turning to me, "I thought it never sounded as
if it could be true. I thought there'd be some kind of a 'have,' sort
of!"

"And, subject to your approval always, I should be inclined to allow
that capital to remain where it is," continued the old lawyer in his
polished accent. "There remains, of course, the income from the capital.
This amounts, at present, to ten thousand pounds a year in English
money----"

"What is that," breathed the new heiress, "what is that a quarter, sir?
It seems more natural like that."

"Two thousand five hundred pounds, Miss Million."

"Lor'!" breathed the owner of this wealth. "And me that's been getting
five pounds a quarter. That other's mine?"

"After a few necessary formalities, from which I anticipate no
difficulties," said the old gentleman.

Some discussion of these formalities followed. In the midst of it I saw
Million begin to fidget even more restlessly.

I frowned at her. This drew the attention of the old gentleman upon me.
Million was murmuring something about, "Very sorry. Got to get back
soon, Miss. Lunch to lay----"

Absurd Million! As if she would ever have to lay lunch again as long as
she lived! Couldn't she realise the upheaval in her world? I gazed
reproachfully at her.

The lawyer said to me quite pleasantly: "May I ask if you are a relation
of Miss Million?"

Hereupon Miss Million shot at him a glance of outrage. "A relation?
HER?" she cried. "The ideear!" Little Million's sense of "caste,"
fostered at the Soldiers' Orphanage, is nearly as strong as my Aunt
Anastasia's. No matter if her secret day-dream has always been "to marry
a gentleman." She was genuinely shocked that her old lawyer had not
realised the relations between her little hard-working self and our
family.

So she announced with simple dignity: "This is Miss Lovelace, the young
lady where I am in service."

"Were in service," I corrected her.

Million took me up sharply. "I haven't given notice, Miss. I'm not
leaving."

"But, you absurd Million, of course you are," I said.