So Sarah would walk past, possibly a bit sad, but looking forward to a coming happy day. And it wasn't so far off. My, no! As Nancy had thought April was "a million months long," Sarah's days swung past in a dizzy whirl; during which, in company with Paul on Saturday nights, a small thing or two was happily bought for that "Cupid's Coop," as both found a lot of fun in calling it. But Sarah naturally had girl chums, just as Nancy and Kathlyn had; for most of that old Organization was still in town; and many a gift found its way to this girl who, though poor in worldly goods, was as rich as old King Midas in a bright, happy disposition; for anybody who didn't know that magic captivation of Sarah Young's laugh, that rich crown of light, fluffy hair, or that grand, proud, upright walk, wasn't amongst Branton Hills' population. Paul, scratching around shady paths, a potato patch or two, front yards, back yards, and city parks, was known to many an old family man; who upon knowing of his coming variation in living conditions, thought way, way back to his own romantic youth; so Paul, going to Sarah at night, brought small but practical gifts for that "coop." As Sarah and Paul stood in front of City Hall on a hot July night, Sarah scanning Branton Hills' "Post" for "vacant rooms," who should walk up but His Honor! And that kindly hand shot out with:-- "Aha! If it isn't Paul and Sarah! What's Sarah hunting for, Paul?" "Sarah is looking for a room for us, sir." "_Us_? Did you say 'us'? Oho! H-mmm! I'm on! How soon will you want it?" "Oh," said Sarah, blushing, "not for about a month." "But," said His Honor, "you shouldn't start out in _a_ room. You would want from four to six I should think." Sarah, still ogling that "rooms" column said, softly:-- "Four to six rooms? That's just grand if you can afford such. But,----" "Wait!" said Gadsby, who, taking Paul's and Sarah's arms, and strolling along, told of a small six-room bungalow of his, just around from Nancy's. "And you two will pay just nothing a month for it. It's yours, from front porch to roof top, as a gift to two of my most loyal pals." And instantly a copy of Branton Hills' "Post" was blowing across Broadway in a fluky July wind! Now, as this young pair was to start out frugally, it wouldn't do to lay out too much for, as Sarah said, "about forty words by a pastor, and a kiss." So only Priscilla stood up with Sarah; and Bill Gadsby, in all his sartorial glory, with Paul, in Parson Brown's small study; both girls in dainty morning clothing; Sarah carrying a bunch of gay nasturtiums, claiming that such warm, bright colorings would add as much charm to that short occasion as a thousand dollars' worth of orchids. Now, such girls as Sarah, with that capacity for finding satisfaction so simply, don't grow as abundantly as hollyhocks--and Paul found that Gadsby's old Organization was a group knowing what a dollar is: just a dollar. XXI