frizzed hair, and she knew that she was right.  She remembered hearing that Dr. Ellridge’s daughters were none of them domestic, that he had hard work to keep a house-keeper, that his practice was declining.  She remembered how shabby and mean his little house had looked when she had passed it in the sleigh with George Ramsey, that very day.  She said to herself that Dr. Ellridge was only marrying her mother for the sake of the loaves and fishes, for a pretty, well-kept home for himself and his daughters.  Lily had something of a business turn in spite of her feminity.  She calculated how much rent Dr. Ellridge could get for his own house.  That will dress the girls, she thought.  She knew that her mother’s income was considerable.  Dr. Ellridge would be immeasurably better off as far as this world’s goods went.  There was no doubt of that.  Lily felt such a measure of revolt and disgust that it was fairly like a spiritual nausea.  Her own maiden innocence seemed assaulted, and besides that there was a sense of pitiful grief and wonder that her mother, besides whom she had nobody in the world, could so betray her.  She was like the proverbial child with its poor little nose out of joint.  She lay and wept like one.  The next morning, when she went down to breakfast, her pretty face was pale and woe-begone.  Her mother gave one defiant glance at her, then spooned out the cereal with vehemence.  Hannah gave a quick, shrewd glance at her when she set the saucer containing the smoking mess before her.

“Her mother has told her,” she thought.  She also thought that she herself would give notice were it not for poor Miss Lily.

Lily’s extreme gentleness, even when she was distressed, was calculated to inspire faithfulness in every one.  Hannah gave more than one pitying, indignant glance at the girl’s pretty, sad face.  Lily did not dream of sulking to the extent of not eating her breakfast.  She ate just as usual.  She even made a remark about the weather to her mother, although in a little, weeping voice, as if the weather itself, although it was a brilliant morning, were a source of misery.  Mrs. Merrill replied curtly.  Lily took another spoonful of her cereal.

She remained in her own room the greater part of the day.  In the afternoon her mother, without saying anything to her, took the trolley for Westbridge.  Lily thought with a shiver that she might be going over there to purchase some article for her trousseau.  The thought of her mother with a trousseau caused her to laugh a little, hysterical laugh, as she sat alone in her chamber.  That evening she and her mother went to a concert in the town hall.  Lily knew that Dr. Ellridge would accompany her mother home.  She wondered what she should do, what she should be expected to do—­take the doctor’s other arm, or walk behind.  She had seen the doctor with two of his daughters seated, when she and her mother passed up the aisle.  She knew that the two daughters would go home together, and the doctor