Jane let her and Harry Lossing take all her bundles and lift her out of the car. Whether she spoke a word she could not tell. She did rouse a little at the vision of the Lossing carriage glittering at the street corner; but she had not the sense to thank Harry Lossing, who placed her in the carriage and lifted his hat in farewell. “What's he doing all that for, Tilly?” cried she; “there ain't--there ain't nobody dead--Maria Carleton------” She stared at Tilly wildly. Tilly was oddly moved, though she tried to speak lightly. “No, no, there ain't nothing wrong, at all. It's because you've done so much for the Russians--and other folks! Now, ma, I'm going to be mysterious. You must shut your eyes and shut your mouth until I tell you. That's a dear ma.” It was vaguely comforting to have Tilly so affectionate. “I'm a wicked, ungrateful woman to be so wretched,” thought Jane; “I'll never let Tilly know how I felt.” In a surprisingly short time the carriage stopped. “Now, ma,” said Tilly. A great blaze of light seemed all about Jane Louder. There were the dear familiar windows of the Lossing block. “Come up-stairs, ma,” said Tilly. She followed like one in a dream; and like one in a dream she was pushed into her own old parlor. The old parlor, but not quite the old parlor; hung with new wall-paper, shining with new paint, soft under her feet with a new carpet, it looked to Jane Louder like fairyland. “Oh, Tilly,” she gasped; “oh, Tilly, ain't you moved?” “No, nor we ain't going to move, ma--that's the surprise! I took the money I'd saved for moving, for the new carpet and new dishes; and the Lossings they papered and painted. I was SO 'fraid we couldn't get done in time. Alma and all the boarders are coming in pretty soon to welcome you, and they've all chipped in for a little banquet at Mrs. Carleton's--why, mother, you're crying! Mother, you didn't really think I'd move when it made you feel so bad? I know I'm set and stubborn, and I didn't take it well when Mr. Lossing talked to me; but the more I thought it over, the more I seemed to myself like that hateful Minnie. Oh, mother, I ain't, am I? You shall do just exactly as you like all the days of your life!” AN ASSISTED PROVIDENCE