ather thinks it
just right, and Joe says it's like something out of a story book. He's
fond of stories, and used to read them to his mother. I shan't mind his
reading to me, for I'll sew and crochet."

"And I know you'll be happy, Jenny. I wish you all the good things. And
I could--stay all night," hesitatingly.

"No, I wouldn't. Come over and spend Friday, then mother'll be in a
better humor," laughing. "But father'll miss you dreadfully. He'd lotted
on your taking my place. Well, we'll all miss you, but it's such a
splendid chance. You'll let her come over on Friday?" to Mrs. Van Dorn.
"Then my wedding gown will be done. It's white lansdowne. I thought I
wouldn't splurge in silk or satin. Lansdowne will dye when it's soiled."

Mrs. Van Dorn promised for Friday, and they said their good-bys. Helen
ran out to the kitchen porch, and kissed Uncle Jason.

"There were two votes against it," said Mrs. Van Dorn dryly. "I think I
can understand your aunt, but I don't see the force of Mr. Warfield's
reasoning. Your cousin seems a nice, sensible girl."

How the days flew! One of the neighbors took her over Friday morning.
Joe and Jenny would bring her back. And she had a really happy time.
Jenny took her down to the house, and it was attractively nice and
comfortable, even if Jenny had tacked up some advertising pictures in
her chamber, and the dining-room. There was an old-time door-yard with
its long rows of flowers. Joe was a master hand for flowers. The
vegetable garden was in excellent order, and did not look ragged, as
gardens were wont to do in early autumn. There had been a second crop of
several things, which betokened thrift on Joe's part. Yes; Jenny would
be very happy. People _were_ different, and the same pursuits and
pleasures could not satisfy all alike.

"I'm glad you are going to that school, Helen. You would never have
liked working in the shop. It's suited me well enough, because I've been
thinking of the money. I have two hundred dollars in the bank in my own
name, and Joe is going to let me have the butter and egg money. But I
don't know how I'll keep busy all the time, though I can help mother
with the sewing. She'd counted so much on you. And she thinks now----"
Jenny looked at Helen, and laughed merrily, "that if Mrs. Van Dorn would
put the money out at interest that she's going to spend on you the next
two years, it would be ever so much better for you."

"No, it wouldn't," returned Helen decisive