se the
doctors were right, and she and David were so old and sensible that it
would be quite easy to do as they were bid. And they were so used to
having just themselves that things would go on as they always had.

But more nights than one she cried herself to sleep, craving the touch
of the little rosebud baby learning of motherhood from some one else.

CHAPTER XIV

NEPTUNE'S SECOND DAUGHTER

"Chicago, Illinois.

"Dearest Carol and David--

"Carol, dear, an awful thing has happened. Do you remember the
millionaire's son who discovered me up the cherry tree years ago when I
was an infant? He comes to see me now and then. He is very nice and
attentive, and all of my friends have selected the color schemes for
their boudoirs in my forthcoming palatial home. One night he
telephoned and said his mother was in town with him, and they should
like to come right up if I did not mind. I did not know he was in
town, I hardly knew he had a mother, and I was in the act of shampooing
my hair. Phyllis was making candy, and Gladys was reading aloud to us
both. Imagine the mother of a millionaire's son coming right up, and I
in a shampoo.

"'Oh,' I wailed, 'I haven't anything to wear, and I am not used to
millionaires' sons' mothers, and I won't know what to say to her.'

"'Leave it to us, Connie!' cried my friends valiantly.

"Gladys whirled the magazine under the bed, and Phyllis turned out the
electricity under the chafing-dish and put the candy in the window to
finish at a later date.

"Did I tell you about our housekeeping venture? Gladys is a private
secretary to something down-town and gets an enormous salary, thirty a
week. Phyllis is an artist and has a studio somewhere, and we are
great friends. So we took a cunning little apartment for three months,
and we all live together and cook our meals in the baby kitchenette
when we feel domestic, and dine out like princesses when we feel
lordly. We have the kitchenette, and a bathroom with two kinds of
showers, and a bedroom apiece, though mine is really a closet, and two
sitting-rooms, so two of us can have beaus the same night. If we feel
the need of an extra sitting-room--that is, three beaus a night--we
draw cuts to see who has to resort to the park, or a movie, or the
ice-cream parlor, or the kitchenette. Our time is up next week and we
shall return modestly to our boarding-houses. It is great fun, but it
is expensive, and we are so busy.

"W