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"There they are!" he cried, as the train stopped at the picturesque little station and they spied a big motor car in which Mrs. Fayre and Trudy were sitting. Trudy was looking lovely in her light summer costume and she warmly welcomed the travellers as they got into the motor. "How brown you both are," said Mrs. Fayre, kissing the girls; "a nice healthy tan, and very becoming!
Before long Gay found himself back at the club and running a neat shop on a prominent corner with deaf mutes from charity institutions ensconced in the back rooms to do the work. Memories of Trudy and of their life together became as remote as the menu of a dinner eaten twelve months past. He had her ring set over for himself, Mary never having mentioned the matter.
Shirley straightened up and Aunt Trudy caught a glimpse of the bleeding hand and the front of the child's blouse all stained where she had held it. The sight of blood always unnerved Aunt Trudy. She shrieked now and covered her eyes with her hands. "I can't look at it I'll faint, I know I shall!" she cried. "Shirley will bleed to death, Rosemary. She has an awful cut. What shall we do!
"You you wanted to see me Hugh?" Rosemary faltered. "Please come in and close the door," he said quietly. Then as she obeyed, "Now what is this Mrs. Dunning has been telling Aunt Trudy, Rosemary? Have you been taking care of babies in the neighborhood for fifteen cents an hour?" Rosemary nodded. "How long has this been going on?" asked her brother.
"When his favourite after-dinner story is to tell how Steve O'Valley lay on his stomach and watched goats for an education." "I'd hate to have my finger between his teeth when he learns the truth," Trudy prompted.
Trudy brought a concoction of purple chiffon, jet beads, and exploded hen which was entitled a breakfast jacket, and in return she drew down a pair of silver candlesticks. "After that we dressed in all our grandeur for the fancy-dress ball at Colonel Tatlock's, Beatrice as Juliet and I as the young and dashing Romeo!
'Trudy' Gascoigne-Schell," one of those mysterious, hybrid names which, in connection with the thoughts of New York and the visible rakish image of the lady herself, cause involuntary shudders down the spine of the reflecting American provincial. Some such responsive quiver, akin to disgust, Janet herself experienced. "It's the very last scream," Lise was saying.
"Sarah!" he called in a tone that seldom failed to produce results. "I'm coming," answered Sarah, and they heard her feet beginning the descent of the stairs. She came into the dining-room so quietly, that Aunt Trudy glanced at her in surprise. "Why Sarah!" she gasped, "What in the world have you done to your face?" "What's the matter with it?" demanded Sarah hardily.
Trudy found herself bewildered, hurt yet unable to combat his contemptible little laughs and sneers. Trudy was shallow and she knew not the meaning of the word "ideal," but for the most part she was rather amiable and unless she had a certain goal to attain she wished everyone about her to be happy and content.
That was the only thing I ever questioned in Mary Faithful why she engaged Trudy and took her into her own home as a boarder." "Oh, so Mary isn't perfection? Don't be too hard on the other girl. I'd be quite as useless if I ever had to work. I'd do just the same have as many headaches as the firm would stand for, and marry the first man who asked me." "But think of marrying Gay!"
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