more and more pensive; and having dusted everything, she wiped the furniture; rubbed it hard. After that, she washed the floors and the woodwork.
Emerging from the kitchen at noon, Mrs. Adams found her daughter on hands and knees, scrubbing the bases of the colunms between the hall and the "living-room."
"Now, dearie," she said, "you mustn't tire yourself out, and you'd better come and eat something. Your father said he'd get a bite down-town to-day—he was going down to the bank—and Walter eats down-town all the time lately, so I thought we wouldn't bother to set the table for lunch. Come on and we'll have something in the kitchen."
"No," Alice said, dully, as she went on with the work. "I don't want anything."
Her mother came closer to her. "Why, what's the matter?" she asked, briskly. "You seem kind of pale, to me; and you don't look—you don't look happy."
"Well———" Alice began, uncertainly, but said no more.
"See here!" Mrs. Adams exclaimed. "This is all just for you! You ought to be enjoying it. Why, it's the first time we've—we've entertained in I
