must be, or you couldn't
afford to give away ten cent pieces so easy."

Mrs. Narnay came to the door, too, her arms right out of the washtub;
but Janice begged her not to inconvenience herself. "Keep right on
with your work and I'll come around to the back and sit on that stoop,"
said the young girl.

"And you must see the baby," Sophie urged. "I can bring out the baby
if I wrap her up good, can't I, Marm?"

"Have a care with the poor child, Sophie," said Mrs. Narnay, wearily.
"Where's your pop gone?"

"He's walked out with Mr. Trimmins," said the little girl.

The woman sighed, and Janice, all through her visit, could see that she
was anxious about her absent husband. The baby was brought out--a
pitifully thin, but pretty child--and Sophie nursed her little sister
with much enjoyment.

"I wisht she was twins," confessed the little girl. "It must be awful
jolly to have twins in the family."

"My soul, child!" groaned Mrs. Narnay. "Don't talk so reckless. One
baby at a time is affliction enough--as ye'll find out for yourself
some day."

Janice, leaving a little gift to be hidden from Jim Narnay and divided
among the children, went away finally, with the determination that Dr.
Poole should see the baby again and try to do something for the poor,
little, weakly thing. Trimmins and Jim Narnay had disappeared, and
Janice feared that, after all, they had drifted over to the Inn, there
to celebrate the discovery of the job they both professed to need so
badly.

"That awful bar!" Janice told herself. "If it were not here in
Polktown those two ne'er-do-wells would have gone right about their
work without any celebration at all. I guess Mrs. Scattergood is
right--Mr. Lem Parraday ought to be tarred and feathered for ever
taking out that license! And how about the councilmen who voted to let
him have it?"

As she wheeled into High Street once more a tall, well groomed young
man, with rosy cheeks and the bluest of blue eyes, hailed her from the
sidewalk.

"Oh, Janice Day!" he cried. "How's the going?"

"Mr. Bowman! I didn't know you had returned," Janice said, smiling and
stopping the car. "The going is pretty good."

"Have you been around by the Lower Road where my gang is working?"

"No," Janice replied. "But Marty says the turnout is being put in and
that the bridge over the creek is almost done."

"Good! I'll get over there by and by to see for myself." He had set
down a heavy suitcase and