Then, one day the little god of chance took a hand.  Harry and Dicky had gone to the city.  It was Katie’s afternoon off, and she and Jim, who had become a regular caller at our kitchen door, had gone away together.

Mother Graham was still sulking in her room, and Lillian was busy in Dicky’s improvised studio with some drawings and jingles which were a rush order.

The day was a wonderful autumn one, and I felt the need of a walk.

“I think I will run down to the village,” I said to Lillian.  “This is the day the candy kitchen makes up the fresh toasted marshmallows.  I think we could use some, don’t you?”

“Lovely,” agreed Lillian enthusiastically.

“I don’t think Mother Graham will come out of her room while I’m gone,” I went on.  “Just keep an eye out for her if she should need you.”

“She’d probably bite me if I offered her any assistance,” returned Lillian, laughing, “but I’ll look out for her.”

But when I came back with the marshmallows, after a longer walk than I had intended, I found Lillian sitting by my mother-in-law’s bedside, watching her as she slept.  When she saw me she put her finger to her lips and stole softly out into the hall.

“She had a slight heart attack while you were gone, and I was fortunate enough to know just what to do for her.  It was not serious at all.  She is perfectly all right now and”—­she hesitated and smiled a bit—­“I do not think she dislikes me any more.”

“Oh, I’m so glad!” I exclaimed, ecstatically hugging her.  “Everything will come out all right now.”

During the rest of the Underwoods’ stay it seemed as if my words had come true.  The ice once broken, my mother-in-law’s heart thawed perceptibly toward Lillian.

By the time the day came when Harry and Lillian left us to go back to their apartment the elder Mrs. Graham had so far gotten over her prejudices as to bid Lillian a reluctant farewell and express a sincere wish that she might soon see her again.

Toward Harry Underwood my mother-in-law’s demeanor remained rigid.  She treated him with formal, icy politeness which irritated Dicky, but appeared greatly to amuse Mr. Underwood.  He took delight in paying her the most elaborate attentions, laying fresh nosegays of flowers at her plate at each meal.  If he had been a lover besieging a beautiful girl’s heart he could not have been more attentive, while he was absolutely impervious to all the chilling rebuffs she gave him.

I think that the touch of malice which is always a part of this man’s humor was gratified by the frigid annoyance which the elder Mrs. Graham exhibited toward his attentions.  At any rate, he kept them up until the very hour of his departure.

It was when he happened to be alone with me on the veranda a few moments before the coming of the taxi which was to bear them to their homeward train that he gave me the real explanation of his conduct.