Miss Theodosia turned suddenly and embraced Stefana and the shirt. "Don't worry any more," she said; "you and I will work wonders with that Tract Man's shirt! Stefana, put the kettle on and we'll go to it! There's nothing two determined people can't do, once they've put their minds on it." Together they labored, and the impossible happened. Theodosia Baxter did up a man! She--and Stefana--succeeded in getting the starch out of the surrounding area and into the bosom of the Terrible Shirt. They got much starch in. Inspiration appeared to come to Miss Theodosia. Even the really awful task of ironing that bosom till it glittered and shone in unwrinkled board-like expanse was at length accomplished. Miss Theodosia was justly proud of herself--and of Stefana; she insisted upon including Stefana in her triumphs. "Eureka!" she exulted. "Call Evangeline, Stefana, and Elly Precious, and Carruthers! Call in a Chinaman, if you like, and tell him to look at that! Ask him to beat it!" "There isn't any in this town," responded literal Stefana. "That's why Mother did bosoms. She'd a good deal rather not've." "But I love to do bosoms!" sang Miss Theodosia. "I never felt so worth while in my life before--an artist in starch, Stefana!" "Well, you've done beautifully--I never did see!" the grateful Stefana cried. "But I'm afraid it's kind of gone to your head. I think you better lie down." "Send for the Reformed Doctor! Stefana, what are you doing with my beautiful bosom?" "I won't muss it. I'm just going to take it home and sew the buttons on. There's two off. Mother always sewed 'em on; he pays two cents extra for repairs." Miss Theodosia's fair face flushed. "You don't stir a step with it! I have buttons and a spool of thread--what I do, I finish doing! Give it to me." For the first time, Miss Theodosia handled a man's garment intimately. It lay stiffly across her lap. She sewed on the two buttons; she mended a tiny "hog-tear." Life had taken on new interests--bosoms and buttons. She thrilled--when had she ever thrilled before? Ironing her own dresses had been a poor, tame business. She would be sorry to part with this shirt! And then Evangeline came. "Mercy gracious, doesn't it look elegant! I came over because he's come for his shirt. He says he's goin' to begin a new story, an' he always has to have a clean shirt on. An' his hair cut--he's got it cut. I guess that bosom'll match his hair all right! It's perfectly lovely!" "What did you do with Elly Precious, Evangeline Flagg!" demanded Stefana.