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"'Merely Mary Ann,'" murmured Colette.

"No," said Amarilly positively. "Her name is Miss O'Leary, and she

didn't clean the mopboards."

Colette's gay laughter pealed forth.

"Amarilly, this is the first time, I've laughed this summer, but I must

explain something to you. The housekeeper told me that all the children

had scarlet fever and were quarantined a long time after we left. I wish

I had known it and thought more about you, but--I've had troubles of my

own. How did you manage so long with nothing coming in?"

"It was purty hard, but we fetched it," sighed Amarilly, thinking of the

struggles, "We're doin' fine now again."

"But, tell me; how did you buy food and things when none of you were

working?"

"When your ten dollars was gone, we spent his'n."

"Whose?"

"Mr. Meredith's. He sent us a ten, too."

"Oh!" replied Colette frigidly.

"Then the Boarder give us all he hed. Arterwards come dark days until

Mr. Vedder sent us a fiver.--Then thar was an orful day when thar wa'n't

a cent and we didn't know whar to turn, and then--It saved us."

"It? What?"

"The surplus. Mr. St. John's surplus. It brung in lots."

"Why, what do you mean, Amarilly?"

"You see 'twas at our house when Iry was fust took sick--same as the

waist you gimme was. They couldn't nuther on 'em be sent hum till they

was fumygated. Then Mrs. Winders said as how he, Mr. St. John, said as

how we was to keep it and cut it up fer the chillern, but we didn't."

"Oh, Amarilly," asked Colette faintly, "do you mean to tell me that the

surplice was never delivered to Mr. Meredith?"

"No. Gus didn't take it that night, and in the mornin' when Iry was took

it was too late. And then when it got fumygated, Mr. St. John had gone

away and he left word we was to keep it."

The transformation in Colette's mobile face during this explanation was

rapid and wonderful. With a radiant smile she stopped the brougham and

put her arms impulsively about Amarilly.

"Oh, Amarilly, I'm so happy, and I've had such a wretched summer! Now,

we will go right to your house and you'll let me see the surplice."

Amarilly looked surprised.

"Why, yes, you can see it, of course, though it ain't no diffrent from

his other ones."