y. "Women never can get a move on them, where clothes are
concerned."

That was the best evening Aunt Rachel had ever spent. She was the center
of attraction; she had found a mission--not a desultory one, but one
far-reaching in scope, so it seemed to her; and like a war-horse, she
was after the charge.

Jennie's plans went through without a hitch. Aunt Rachel became, not
only a member of the Committee on Civic Betterment, but, as well, its
head and, in due season, mayor of the little city itself. Under her
active management, Loudon became noted as a model city of its size, one
good to look upon and good to live in. Crime fled, or scurried to cover,
and Aunt Rachel blossomed like a rose. One day when Jimmie came home
something seemed to please him greatly.

"What do you think, Jennie," he said, "Aunt Rachel is going to be
married! Yes, she is! I've got it on the best of authority--the groom
himself."

"Who?" gasped Jennie. "Why, Jimmie, she just HATES men! She's always
said they were only a necessary evil."

"Yes, I know," smiled Jimmie, "that's what she used to say, but she'd
never met Jacob Crowder then."

"Jacob Crowder!" exclaimed Jennie. "Why, Jimmie, he's as rich as
Croesus, and he's always hated women as much as Aunt Rachel has hated
men!"

"Yes," said Jimmie, "but that was before he met Aunt Rachel. He has been
her righthand man for some time now, and they've seemed to hit it off
pretty well. Guess they'll get along all right in double harness."

"When the girls and I steered Aunt Rachel into politics," said Jennie,
"little we thought where it would all end. I'm glad, glad, though! Aunt
Rachel is really splendid, but I've always thought she was suffering
from something. Now I know what--it's ingrowing ambition. She will have
all she can do now to take care of her own home and we won't see her so
often."

"Oh, ho! So that's it?" smiled Jimmie. "Well, you girls, as has happened
to many another would-be plotter before now, have found things have
gotten rather out of your hands, haven't you?"

Jennie shrugged her shoulders.

"We can have the wedding here, can't we, Jimmie?" she asked, somewhat
wistfully.

Jimmie wondered if she had heard him. Perhaps--and then again, perhaps
not.

"I don't see where we come in on it," he remarked. "It's a church
affair, you know."

"Oh!" said Jennie. "But there'll be a reception, of course, and if
she'll let us have it here, I'll have every one of us girls she ha