re sure, Mr.
Boswell?"

"Do you doubt me?"

"Sometimes I do, you are so kind, so generous, and under ordinary
circumstances it would seem impossible to buy things so cheap. You must
select your shops carefully."

"One has to on a moderate allowance."

Then quite suddenly Priscilla Glenn spoke quickly and breathlessly:

"Mr. Boswell, I--I must begin my training. Have you made any
arrangements? And, when I go, will they pay me from the start?"

Boswell grew grave as he thought of the knowledge that would come
concerning dollars and cents later on.

"I have started operations," he replied; "in a short time you will be
able to begin your studies, and I hear they will pay you the princely sum
of ten dollars a month from the day you are accepted. Canadians are
greatly in demand."

"Ten dollars!" gasped Priscilla, "Ten dollars a month! when I think what
this hundred has done, and the twelve months in each year, it--it dazzles
me!"

Boswell gave an uncomfortable laugh. In the light of nearby
disillusionment his practical joke looked mean and ghastly.

Then, with another abrupt change of thought, Priscilla brought Boswell
again at bay.

"Before I go into training," she said, "I must go and see Master
Farwell's friend--his old friend, you know. I feel very guilty and
ungrateful, but it has all been so strange and bewildering, I have seemed
dead and done for and then born again, I could not help myself; but I can
now. Please tell me all about her, Mr. Boswell, and how I can find her."

Boswell dropped the pencil upon the mahogany desk and looked blankly at
Priscilla.

"Let us sit by the fire," he said presently, "I am cold and--tired. Turn
down the lights."

They took their positions near the hearth: the dwarf in his low, deep
leather chair with its wide "wings" that hid him so mercifully; Priscilla
in the small rocker that from the first had seemed to meet every curve
and line of her long, young body with restful welcome.

"And now," Priscilla urged, "please tell me. I feel, to-night, like
myself once more. I am adjusted to the new life, I hope, ready to do my
part."

When John Boswell cast aside his whimsical phase he was a very simple and
direct man. He, too, was becoming adjusted to Priscilla's presence in his
home and her rightful demands upon him.

"Yes, I will tell you," he said slowly, wearily.

"Perhaps you are too tired to-night, Mr. Boswell? To-morrow will do."

"No. I never sleep when the wind