"Oh, won't you have another cup of tea? Of course, I'm on very good terms with Miss Elton," said Lena, fingering the tray cloth a little nervously. "I shouldn't like her to think I'd criticized her behavior, even to you." "You needn't be afraid," rejoined Miss Huntress. "I never let on how I get my information. I'd lose my job if I did. Much obliged to you, Mrs. Percival. Things are so dull during Lent that we're thankful for even a few crumbs. I guess that's your husband's step. It must be getting late." "Oh, good-by! Dick, you dear boy, how glad I am to see you," cried Lena, fluttering to the door to meet her returning lord. "Miss Huntress, this is my husband. Good-by, again. Don't you remember?" she went on, as Dick followed her back into her room. "She used to be my 'boss' when I was a poor little slavey in the _Star_ office, before my best beloved prince came and rescued me from dragons and printers' devils." "And are you so fond of her that you keep up the acquaintance?" "Oh, I remember how hard it used to be to get 'matter'; and I don't mind helping her out a bit when she's hard pressed." "You are a kind-hearted little soul, Lena,"--and her husband stooped and kissed her fondly, doing penance in his heart for his doubts of a day or two ago, thoughts cruel, unjust, unwarranted. Lena had never looked more delectable than now, with her head on one side, pouring his tea. She kissed each lump of sugar as she put it in and laughed at her own conceit; and she brought the cup over to his chair and rubbed her apple blossom of a cheek against his with a little purr. "I'm afraid you think me very silly, Dick," she laughed. "I do not seem to get a bit wiser or better behaved, do I, for all Mrs. Appleton and Ram Juna, and even your lovely high-bred mother? Dick, do you despise me!" "Despise! Why I love and love you and love you all over," said Dick. CHAPTER XVII GRAPE-SHOT Mrs. Quincy, in her solitary confinement, unloved and complaining, might be considered a figure either repulsive or pathetic, according to the onlooker's point of view. Fortunately there are always a few big enough at heart to turn towards the world a face of affection rather than of criticism, to whom woe appeals more than vulgarity. So, once in a while in her busy life, Mrs. Lenox found time to drop in as the bearer of a cheerful word and a friendly look to the ugly little apartment where Mrs. Quincy lived in the third story height of domestic felicity.