"You have to show that at the church door. If you didn't have it, you couldn't get in to see us married. It's the same as a ticket to a theatre. And St. John doesn't like it; but if we didn't have them there would be a mob of curious people who don't know us. I shall give all of you tickets to come to the church, the Boarder and Lily Rose, too." "Oh," cried Amarilly, "that will be lovely, and we shall all come." "Of course you will all come. Your friend, the bishop, is to marry us, and Bud is going to sing a solo. The choirmaster told me his voice was developing wonderfully." "I must go home and tell them all about it," said Amarilly excitedly. "Wait! There's more to hear. I am going to invite you to the reception here at the house, and I am going to have a lovely white dress made for you to wear, and you shall have white silk stockings and slippers and white gloves." "Oh!" gasped Amarilly, shutting her eyes. "I can't believe it." The next morning at the studio she announced the wonderful news to Derry. "I just received an invitation, myself," he replied. "We will go together, Amarilly. I'll send you flowers and call for you with a taxicab." "Things must stop happening to me," said Amarilly solemnly. "I can't stand much more." Derry laughed. "When things once begin to happen, Amarilly, they never stop. You are to go from here now every day after luncheon to this address," handing her a card. "'Miss Varley,'" Amarilly read. "'1227, Winter Street.' Will she have work for me, too?" "Yes; work in schoolbooks. She takes a few private pupils, and I have engaged her to teach you. I really think you should have instruction in other branches than English and art and arithmetic." Amarilly turned pale but said nothing for a moment. Then she held out her hand. "I will study hard--to pay you," she said simply. "And can you stand another piece of exciting news, Amarilly? Sunset, which I have dawdled over for so long, drew first prize." "Oh, Mr. Derry, that is best of all!" "And do you know what I am going to give Mrs. St. John for a wedding present from you and me? The picture of The Little Scrub-girl." CHAPTER XXVI Another spring found the members of the Jenkins Syndicate still banking regularly and flourishing in their various walks in life. The Boarder had received a "raise"; Lily Rose was spending her leisure time in fashioning tiny garments which she told Cory were for a doll baby; Iry was wearing his first trousers cut over from a pair discarded by Bud; and Amarilly was acquiring book lore with an ease and rapidity which delighted Miss Varley and Derry. Through the medium of Mr. Vedder the attention of the manager of a high class vaudeville had been drawn to Bud, and he was now singing every night with a salary that made the neighbors declare that "them Jenkinses was getting to be reg'ler Rockyfellers."