The girl's hair was still hanging unbound, having slept in
it that way, and she hooked about it her coronation band. Said her
mother:

"Well, I must say it is becoming. What a Pocahontas you would make in
private theatricals!" she exclaimed with maternal pride; "But then, why
should I speak of theatricals? You've given up all such things."

"Why, Mamma," laughed Ethel, "I'm not going into a convent. I have given
up nothing but the unreal part of life."

"I suppose you'll tell everyone how poor we are, and how I have put you
forward under false colors. Then people will despise me."

"No, Mamma, I shall not do a thing to put you in any awkward position.
Keep on. Give your teas for me if you wish,--even have the two extra
maids. It costs very little and we have a social time; it cheers
Grandmamma and there's no need to stop them. But this is what I shall
not do: First I shall tell Harvey Bigelow that Aunt Susan was once a
millionaire but that she lost all of her money. I shall tell of her
wonderful gifts to Akron,--of her charities, and how well she is beloved,
but that I shall inherit no money from her. Harvey will tell his mother
and she'll spread the news. If people care any the less for us after
hearing it, let them go; but I don't propose to tell what Papa's salary
is, or that you--poor dear--sit until morning sewing for me,--a thing
that I'm not going to allow you to do any longer.

"Then I shall give up attending Madam's. Yes, don't start. Every bill
Papa pays is a nail in his coffin, I know. Tomorrow I shall go to Barnard
and try to pass an examination, and for one quarter what Madam charges I
can get a sound and solid education, and were Papa to die I can leave
with my teacher's diploma knowing something that will be of use to me.
I could help support you and Grandmamma. What could I do were I forced
to support myself after leaving Madam's. Why, an education such as her
girls receive is of no earthly account unless for music or such
accomplishments; but with a degree from Barnard I can earn good money.
I am so glad that I am young and that I shall have a chance. You'll be
proud of me, Mamma,--just wait and see," and she kissed her mother
affectionately.

They went down to breakfast. Archibald Hollister listened to his
daughter's plans. He was proud of her and his face showed it.

"You see, Papa," continued Ethel, "every penny is spent on me. Do you and
Mamma ever go to a theatre? No. Do you ever take a driv