You have entirely too narrow an outlook."

"What's that, Miss Thorley? What's a broader vision?" Mary Rose
couldn't imagine.

It was Mr. Jerry who answered. "In this particular case, Mary Rose,
it's seeing far too much for one and not enough for two."

As they rolled up to the Washington Miss Carter came down the street
with Bob Strahan whom she had met on the car. It was amazing, now that
they were on speaking terms, how often they met. Bob Strahan stopped
to open the door of the automobile and help Miss Thorley out, and Mary
Rose proudly introduced Mr. Jerry who boarded her cat. They all
laughed and talked together for a few minutes and then Mary Rose hopped
from the back seat to the front.

"I'll go around and see George Washington, if you don't mind," she
said. "Hasn't it been just the loveliest afternoon, the kind you're
always hoping for but never really expect to have," with a sigh of
rapture. She patted Mr. Jerry's arm lovingly. "Isn't Miss Thorley a
darling! She told me all about that Independence. It isn't a witch as
you thought, Mr. Jerry, it's something about wanting to pay her own
bills and live alone. I don't understand it," she frowned, "but that's
what she said."

Mr. Jerry frowned too, as he turned into the alley. "She doesn't
know," he said briefly. "Take it from me, Mary Rose, that Independence
is an old witch, and she's enchanted more girls than you could count."

Mary Rose looked doubtful. "If Miss Thorley really is enchanted," she
suggested, "we must find something to break the spell. I told her she
wouldn't have to stop work to make a home for a family, Mr. Jerry," she
whispered encouragingly.

"Did you?" Mr. Jerry laughed. "What did she say?"

Mary Rose knit her small brows before she answered. "I don't think she
just agreed with me, but I'll explain it to her again."

CHAPTER X

When Mary Rose ran up to get Jenny Lind young Mrs. Johnson met her at
the door and smiled pleasantly.

"You're the little girl for the canary?" she said. "I was
wondering--Mother Johnson seems to have taken a fancy to you--and I
wondered if you would go out for a little walk with her every morning.
I'll pay you ten cents a day."

Mary Rose's eyes popped open. In Mifflin little girls were expected to
do what they were asked to do and were never paid for such tasks.

"Why, of course, I'd be glad to," she said promptly.

"That will be splendid. You see she won't go by herself and