r.' My word, I know her in _that_ part.
That's the way she is when she comes down to the parlor of an evening,
and Page introduces her to one of her young men."

"I nearly die," protested Page, beginning to laugh. "Of course it's
very natural I should want my friends to like my sister. And Laura
comes in as though she were walking on eggs, and gets their names
wrong, as though it didn't much matter, and calls them Pinky when their
name is Pinckney, and don't listen to what they say, till I want to
sink right through the floor with mortification."

In haphazard fashion the rehearsal wore to a close. Monsieur Gerardy
stormed and fretted and insisted upon repeating certain scenes over and
over again. By ten o'clock the actors were quite worn out. A little
supper was served, and very soon afterward Laura made a move toward
departing. She was wondering who would see her home, Landry, Jadwin, or
Sheldon Corthell.

The day had been sunshiny, warm even, but since nine o'clock the
weather had changed for the worse, and by now a heavy rain was falling.
Mrs. Cressler begged the two sisters and Mrs. Wessels to stay at her
house over night, but Laura refused. Jadwin was suggesting to Cressler
the appropriateness of having the coupe brought around to take the
sisters home, when Corthell came up to Laura.

"I sent for a couple of hansoms long since," he said. "They are waiting
outside now." And that seemed to settle the question.

For all Jadwin's perseverance, the artist seemed--for this time at
least--to have the better of the situation.

As the good-bys were being said at the front door Page remarked to
Landry:

"You had better go with us as far as the house, so that you can take
one of our umbrellas. You can get in with Aunt Wess' and me. There's
plenty of room. You can't go home in this storm without an umbrella."

Landry at first refused, haughtily. He might be too poor to parade a
lot of hansom cabs around, but he was too proud, to say the least, to
ride in 'em when some one else paid.

Page scolded him roundly. What next? The idea. He was not to be so
completely silly. She didn't propose to have the responsibility of his
catching pneumonia just for the sake of a quibble.

"Some people," she declared, "never seemed to be able to find out that
they are grown up."

"Very well," he announced, "I'll go if I can tip the driver a dollar."

Page compressed her lips.

"The man that can afford dollar tips," she said, "ca