“Ah....” Mrs. Sturgis gave a short gasp of understanding. Kratzmer had been owed a little account for some time and the fat German had suggested that his bills be settled more promptly. “My purse is there, dearie”; she indicated the shabby imitation leather bag on the table. Then with a renewal of her alert smile she returned to the lesson. “One and two and three and four and--_one_ and two and----” “Mama, I’m sorry to interrupt....” Mrs. Sturgis now turned a glassy eye upon her older child, and the patient smile she tried to assume was hardly more than a grimace. It was eloquent of martyrdom. “I’m sorry to have to interrupt,” Jeannette repeated, “but there isn’t any money in your purse; it’s empty.” The expression on her mother’s face did not alter but the light died in her eyes. Jeannette realized she had grasped the situation at last. “Well ... dearie....” Mrs. Sturgis began. Jeannette stood uncompromisingly before her. She had no suggestion to offer; her mother might have foreseen they would need bread for dinner. The little music-teacher continued to study her daughter, but presently her gaze drifted to Mildred beside her perched on a pile of music albums. “You haven’t a dime or a nickel with you, dearie?” she asked the child. “I could give you credit on your bill and your papa, you see, could pay ten cents less next time he sends me a check....” “I think I got thome money,” lisped Mildred, wriggling down from her seat and investigating the pocket of her jacket which lay near on a chair. “Mother alwath givth me money when I goeth out.” She drew forth a small plush purse and dumped the contents into her hand. “I got twenty thenth,” she announced. “Well, I’ll just help myself to ten of it,” said Mrs. Sturgis, bending forward and lifting one of the small coins with delicate finger-tips. “You tell your papa I’ll give him credit on this bill.” She turned to Jeannette and held out the coin. “Here, lovie; get a little Graham, too.” There was color in the girl’s face as she accepted the money; she drew up her shoulders slightly, but without comment, turned upon her heel and left the room. Mrs. Sturgis brought her attention once more cheerfully back to the lesson. “Now then, Mildred dearie: _one_ and two and three and four and--_one_ and two and _three_ and four and.... Now you have it; see how easy that is?” § 2 Jeannette passed through the dark intervening rooms of the apartment, catching up her shabby velvet hat from her bed, and came upon her sister Alice in the kitchen.