The boys had rehearsed for their concert for more than a week, and consequently what was not given in perfection was supplied in enthusiasm, and the memory of that performance, for actors and audience, would not soon be obliterated by the everyday work of life and its prosaic demands. So it was that the last day at home for Jane Allen had arrived. The presence of her friend, Judith, softened the usual sadness of the hour of parting. Mr. Allen was both father and companion to his high-strung, brave little daughter, and the separation was necessarily momentous. Judith, alert to the situation, bubbled around, blowing in and out, on all the little love scenes, managing adroitly to curtail Jane’s meditation before the reverenced picture of “Dearest,” Jane’s departed mother. “I can imagine what will happen when we take up our New York quarters,” she prophesied as Jane was all velvet-eyed and unnaturally quiet after a “word” with Aunt Mary. “I am so glad I can go with you, and not be required to report home first. Our folks will be resting until Kingdom Come after that Coast tour. We had so many delays and mixups.” “Oh, I could never go to housekeeping without you, Judy,” Jane replied brightening. “I dream of the shopping tours and the hunting trips, and I match colors with my Polish girl’s eyes, and take samples of her hair to bed with me. I have not really decided on her hair, although I rather incline to blonde.” “Oh, of course. I never saw a Polish girl other than a blonde,” declared Judith. “But, Janie, I cannot help wondering how your daddy trusts you with so much—money. This will be very expensive.” “You forget, Judy dear, that I am his confidential clerk. I could run this entire ranch if daddy were incapacitated. He misses Dearest so much I feel I must be more than just plain daughter to him,” and her soft gray eyes became suspiciously misty again. “Well, I’m packed. Thank goodness my trunks went on from the coast! Do you remember how I packed someone’s dress in my bag at Wellington? It may be funny to one’s friends, to do absurd things through absent mindedness, but it simply terrifies me to think of what I may do with others’ money and such trifles. Aren’t you afraid, Janie dear, I will run off with some of your family plate?” “Not the leastest bit,” and Jane swung around to give her chum a punctuating hug. “Judy, haven’t you promised to keep your failing for your enemies, and never to work it off on your friends?” she reminded the girl, who was fairly dancing around the spacious room, as if wanting to cover every inch of it before bidding good bye to El Capitan. “Yes, I know, Janie. But I have a horror of certain things,” and she glanced quizzically at the wonderful silver set on Jane’s mahogany dresser. “Then, too, I might walk in my sleep and—go right down stairs and talk sweetly to Fedario on one of his serenade sprees. But, Janie, I shall never forget—to—love—you.” The journey East began next morning.