But Sarah, in the burlapped studio, between piano pupils, was aghast and bitter. "'Going to seek your fortune!' I never heard anything so absurd, Jane! You've got more than most girls right now,--a hundred dollars a month of your very own to do just what you like with, and when your Aunt Lydia--is taken from you, you'll have that adorable old house, jammed full of rosewood and mahogany and willow pattern ware!" Wrath rose and throve in her. "I've sometimes--I'm ashamed to admit it, but it's the truth--I've sometimes envied you your advantages, Jane,--going away to that wonderful school, and six months in Europe after you graduated--but if the result has been to make you dissatisfied with your own home and your own friends"--she was crying now--"why, then I'm thankful I've always stayed here, and never known or wanted anything different!" Jane crossed over to her and put penitent arms about her, and at the touch Sarah began to cry in earnest. "Oh, _Jane_! I can't stand it! I can't have you go away! Jane,--for you to _go away_----" "Oh, Sally dear," said Jane, patting her, "it isn't really going away,--geography doesn't matter! It's just--going _on_, Sally! That's it,--I'm just going on. _And_ on, I hope! And I'll write you miles of letters." "Letters!" her friend sniffed. "What are letters?" "Mine are something rather special, I've been told. I'll write you everything, Sally,--letters like diaries, letters like stories, letters like books. Think of all the marvelous things I'll have to write about! Why, Rodney Harrison thinks my letters from Wetherby Ridge, with nothing----" Sarah Farraday jerked away from her, her cheeks suddenly hot, her eyes accusing. "So, that's it! That's the reason! It's the man you met on the boat!" She said it with hyphens--"The-man-you-met-on-the-boat!" She knew his name quite well, but she always spoke of him thus descriptively; it was her little way of keeping him in his place, which was well outside of the sacred circle of Wetherby Ridge. Jane laughed. "Goose! Of course, he's part of the picture, and a very pleasant part, and it will be very nice to have him meet me and drive me opulently to Hetty Hills' sedate boarding-house. Aunt Lyddy is so rejoiced to have me there with some one from the village that I couldn't refuse, but I suspect it will be a section of the Old People's Home." "Poor Marty!" said Sarah. "Poor old Marty! After all his years of devotion----"