oo.

The old lady sat up.

"I believe I could have gone out, after all," she said. "Only I don't want
to take dinner anywhere."

Then she paused and reflected. It was surprising how good she felt and how
she did want to make Jack happy. "After all boys will be boys," she
thought, tenderly, "an' I ain't but seventy, so I don't see why I
shouldn't go out with him if he wants to. I'm a great believer in doin'
what you want to--I mean, in doin' what other folks want you to. At any
rate I'm a great believer in it sometimes. To-day--this time."

"Your nephew is waiting," the maid howled. "Shall I tell him you want to
go after all?"

"Is it late?" the old lady inquired.

"Oh, dear, no!"

"Wouldn't you go if you was me?" asked the old lady.

Janice smiled.

"Indeed I would."

Aunt Mary rose. A flood of metropolitan fever suddenly surged up and
around and over and through her.

"Tell him I'll be down in five minutes," she said.

"Can you change in that time?" Janice stopped to shriek.

"What should I change for?" Aunt Mary demanded in astonishment. "Ain't I
all dressed now?"

Janice did not attempt to shriek any counter-advice, and while she was
gone to find Jack, her mistress brushed herself in some places, soaped
herself in others, and considered her toilet made. When Janice returned
she caught up a loose lock of hair, and put the placket-hole of her skirt
square in the middle of Aunt Mary's back, and dared go no further. There
was an air even about the back of Jack's influential aunt which forbade
too much liberty to those dealing with her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - AUNT MARY EN FETE

Aunt Mary descended the stairs about half-past nine; she thought it was
about a quarter to eight, but the difference between the hour that it was
and the hour that she thought that it was will be all the same a hundred
years from now.

Jack came out of the Louis XIV. drawing room when he heard her step in the
hall. There was another young man with him.

"This is my friend Burnett, Aunt Mary," her nephew roared. "You must
excuse his not bowing lower, but you know he broke his collarbone
recently."

Aunt Mary shook hands warmly; she knew all about the ribs and the
collarbone, because they had formed big items in the testimony which had
momentarily and as momentously relegated Jack to the comradeship of the
devil himself, in her eyes. However, she recalled them merely as facts
now--not at all in a disagreeable way--and