Although he made no comment, she was struck by his expression and the fact that it was reflected in the thin face of the boy--an expression hard to define, but certainly not sympathetic. After a luncheon served for Jack and herself in his sitting-room, the boy was retired to his nap and she summoned to an interview with Mrs. Morrison. She was not asked whether she would or would not stay. The housekeeper seemed to have taken it for granted that she would. And indeed, two realizations had settled the issue. Jack needed her and she needed him. She was shown a pleasant room farther along the third-floor balcony and asked about her luggage. Her wages would be the same as paid the previous governess. Mrs. Cabot regretted a slight indisposition, but sent word that, as Dr. Shayle approved her start with Master Jack, she was to use her own judgment. The kindly housekeeper expressed a personal hope that she would be happy and comfortable. She must come down to the ground-floor parlor when lonely and must not fail to ask for anything she needed or wished. Before the young heir had awakened, Dolores returned to the outer room of the suite. She took up a magazine, but did not feel like reading--got no farther than a page of kennel advertisements. Her eyes upon a circle which had been penciled around the picture of a pedigreed Airedale, she gave up to her thoughts. Strange though it was, her present situation seemed natural. That she should find herself in the home of the Cabots who, from among the great cityfull had figured in both her previous engagements, impressed her as nothing short of fatalistic. Blindfolded, she had faced in their direction. Each of her stumbles had been a step toward the place made ready for her. She had been prepared to appreciate what they had to offer her; they what she could and would return. The third attempt to earn her livelihood surely would prove the charm. Could it be possible that only that morning she had set out, the end of her day a closed book? This afternoon the book lay wide, its lines clearly typed. And pleasant reading the future chapters looked, each day-page illumined with the joy of doing for someone less fortunate than herself. Until he spoke, she did not know that Jack was staring at her from the bedroom doorway. “You have a nicer nose than the last one. She left because I called her ‘Needle-nose Nannie’ to her face. She had the piercingest nose I ever saw. I never asked my other governesses, but will you come with me on my drive?” Dolores was glad to go, the more so that he had suggested it. Already she longed that he should love her. There seemed safety in the love of a child.