hell. "It is the exceptions that furnish
all the oil in life's machinery. The exceptions not only generally prove
too much for the rule, but they also generally prevent the rule from
proving too much for us. They--"

"But I don't see why we couldn't go to two or three vaudevilles to-night,
too," said the old lady, suddenly. "I feel so sort of ready-for-anythin'."

"You always feel that way, Miss Watkins," screamed Mitchell. "It is we
that are the blind and the halt. You are ever fresh, but we falter and
faint. You see it's you that go out, but it's we that you get back. You--"

"We could go to one vaudeville, anyway," said Aunt Mary abstractedly; "an'
if we saw any places that looked lively we could stop a few minutes there
on our way back. I've never been into lots of things here."

Jack looked at Mitchell this time.

"I'm sorry, Miss Watkins," he roared, "but _I'll_ have to go home, anyhow.
You see, I'm not used to the lively life which has been enlivening us all
this week and, being weakly in my knees, needs must look out."

Aunt Mary looked very disappointed.

"Then Jack and I'll go, too," she said, "but oh! dear, I do hate to waste
my stay in the city sleepin' so much. I can sleep all I want after I get
home, but--" she paused, and then said with deep feeling, "Well, you don't
understand about Lucinda an' so you don't understand about anythin'."

Both the young men felt truly regretful as they put her into the carriage
for the return trip. Her deep enjoyment was so genuine and naive that they
sympathized with her feelings when cut off from it.

But it was best that this one night should pass unimproved, and so all
five threw themselves into their respective beds with equal zest and
slept--and slept--and slept.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - AUNT MARY'S NIGHT ABOUT TOWN

The next day came up out of the ocean fair and warm, and when it drew
toward later afternoon no more propitious night for setting forth ever
happened.

It was undeniably a night to be remembered. And Aunt Mary's entertainers
drew in deep breaths as they girded themselves for the conflict. They
certainly intended to do themselves proud and on top of all the lesser
"times of her life" to pile the one pre-eminent which should rest
pre-eminent forever. Aunt Mary had been gay in the first part of the
week,--gayer and gayer as the week progressed, but that final crowning
night was indubitably the gayest of all. If you doubt this read on--read