"A pity such a woman hasn't got a daughter," said Miss Mehitable tentatively. "I'm going to give her one some day." A smile accompanied this. "Is she picked out?" Ben laughed at his companion's anxious tone. "You seem interested in my prospects. That's the second time you have seemed worried at the idea. No, she isn't picked out. I'm going to hunt for her in the stars. Why? Have you some one selected?" "Law, no!" returned Miss Upton, flushing. "It is a--yes, it is a girl I've come to talk to you about, though." The visitor stammered and grew increasingly confused as she proceeded. "I thought--I didn't know--the girl needs somebody--yes, to--to look after her and I thought your mother bein'--bein' all alone and the house so big, she might have some use for a--young girl, you know, a kind of a helper; but Charlotte says the girl would fall in love with you and--and--" Miss Upton paused, drawing her handkerchief through and through her hands and looking anxiously at her companion who leaned his head back still farther and laughed aloud. "Come, now, that's the most sensible speech that ever fell from Lottie's rosebud lips." He sat up and viewed his visitor, who, in spite of her crimson embarrassment, was gazing at him appealingly. "I don't believe, Mehit, my dear, that you've begun at the beginning, and you'll have to, you know, if you want legal advice." "I never do, Ben; I am so stupid. I always do begin right in the middle, but now I'll go back. You know I went to the city yesterday." "You and the umbrella." "Yes, and I was mad at myself for luggin' it around all the mornin' when the weather turned out so pleasant and I had so many other things; but never _mind_"--the narrator tightened her lips impressively--"that umbrella was all _right_." "Sure thing," put in Ben. "How could you have rescued the girl without it?" Miss Upton's eyes widened. "How did you know I did?" "The legal mind, you know, the legal mind." "Oh, but I didn't rescue her near enough, not near enough," mourned Miss Mehitable. "I must go on. I got awful tired shoppin' and I went into a restaurant for lunch. I got set down to one table, but it was so draughty I moved to another where a young girl was sittin' alone. A man, a homely, long-necked critter made for that place too, but I got there first. I don't know whether I'm glad or sorry I did. Ben, she was the prettiest girl in this world." Miss Upton paused to see if this solemn statement awakened an interest in her listener. "Maybe," he replied placidly; "but then there are the stars, you know."