ness with one of his own not especially planned. Something had happened to him. What?
It was through the business, and the immediate instrumentality of Di, that days later Ellen learned.
Di was become serenely indolent about the room and, apparently, completely independent of outside demands upon her time; but she paid promptly her half of the weekly expenses, together with all arrears; also she had dispatched a hundred dollars in the form of a gift to her mother, as Ellen ascertained when Di flung her, carelessly, the letter of thanks.
Pansy had written a pæan of gratitude and praise to her daughter completely devoid of any anxiety as to the means of the abrupt improvement of Di's fortunes. The letter left Ellen with little to say or do about Di's scheme of life, which promised any real result.
"Well, it didn't last long," Di commented from her bed; and Ellen, with the letter in hand, said:
"The money?"
"Oh, that's gone," replied Di, carelessly, and laughed. "I meant Jay's marriage."
"What?"
"Haven't you heard?" asked Di, sitting up. "Don't you see him? His wife's gone home."
"Jay's wife? Where?"
"To mamma in Little Old."
"When?" cried Ellen.
"Gawd," said Di, "I was askin' you. Jello just got it to-day."
"How?"
"From Phil. He got it from Mrs. Metten. By the way,
