"Thanks," he replied, drawing nearer with an answering smile. "I can only stay a few moments and I've been sitting in the motor most of the day. I might as well come to the point at once. You have doubtless heard of the death of Mr. Payson Clifford, Senior?" Miss Burch laid down the baby-jacket and her lips quivered. Then the tears welled in her faded blue eyes and she fumbled hastily in her bosom for her handkerchief. "You must excuse me!" she said in a choked voice. "--Yes, I read about it. He was the best friend I had in the world,--except my brother John. The kindest, truest friend that ever lived!" She looked out across the little garden and wiped her eyes again. Mr. Tutt sat down upon the moss-covered door-step beside her. "I always thought he was a good man," he returned quietly. "He was an old client of mine--although I didn't know him very well." "I owe this house to him," continued Miss Burch tenderly. "If it hadn't been for Mr. Clifford I don't know what would have become of me. Now that John is dead and I'm all alone in the world this little place--with the flowers and the bees--is all I've got." They were silent for several moments. Then Mr. Tutt said: "No, it isn't all. Mr. Clifford left a letter with his will in which he instructed his son to pay you twenty-five thousand dollars. I'm here to give it to you." A puzzled look came over her face, and then she smiled again and shook her head. "That was just like him!" she remarked. "But it's all a mistake. He paid me back that money five years ago. You see he persuaded John to go into some kind of a business scheme with him and they lost all they put into it--twenty-five thousand apiece. It was all we had. It wasn't his fault, but after John died Mr. Clifford made me--simply made me--let him give the money back. He must have written the letter before that and forgotten all about it!" You're Another! "We have strict statutes, and most biting laws." Measure for Measure, Act I, Scene 4. "I am further of opinion that it would be better for us to have [no laws] at all than to have them in so prodigious numbers as we have." Montaigne. Of Experience, Chapter XIII. Mrs. Pierpont Pumpelly, lawful spouse of Vice President Pumpelly, of Cuban Crucible, erstwhile of Athens, Ohio, was fully conscious that even if she wasn't the smartest thing on Fifth Avenue, her snappy little car was. It was, as she said, a "perfec' beejew!" The two robes of silver fox alone had cost eighty-five hundred dollars, but that was nothing; Mrs. Pumpelly--in her stockings--cost Pierpont at least ten times that every year. But he could afford it with Cruce at 791. So, having moved from Athens to the metropolis, they had a glorious time. Out home the Pierpont had been simply a P. and no questions asked as to what it stood for; P. Pumpelly. But whatever its past the P. had now blossomed definitely into Pierpont.