"No! No!" she said, stumbling rather wildly through the chairs. "No! No! No!" He forged ahead, clearing her path of them. Beside the potted hydrangea, well back and yet within an easy view, Mrs. Horowitz, her gilt armchair well cushioned for the occasion, and her black grenadine spread decently about her, looked out upon the scene, her slightly palsied head well forward. "Mamma, you got enough? You wouldn't have missed it, eh? A crowd of people we can be proud to entertain, not? Come; sit quiet in another room for a while, and then Mr. Haas, with his nice big car, will drive us all home again. You know Mr. Haas, dearie--Lester's uncle that had us drove so careful in his fine big car. You remember, dearie--Lester's uncle?" Mrs. Horowitz looked up, her old face cracking to smile. "My grandchild! My grandchild! She'm a fine one. Not? My grandchild! My grandchild!" "You--mustn't mind, Mr. Haas. That's--the way she's done since--since she's--sick. Keeps repeating--" "My grandchild! From a good mother and a bad father comes a good grandchild. My grandchild! She'm a good one. My--" "Mamma, dearie, Mr. Haas is in a hurry. He's come to help me walk you into a little room to rest before we go home in Mr. Haas's big fine auto. Where you can go and rest, mamma, and read the newspapers. Come." "My back--_ach_--my back!" "Yes, yes, mamma; we'll fix it. Up! So--la!" They raised her by the crook of each arm, gently. "So! Please, Mr. Haas, the pillows. Shawl. There!" Around a rear hallway, they were almost immediately into a blank, staring hotel bedroom, fresh towels on the furniture-tops only enhancing its staleness. "Here we are. Sit her here, Mr. Haas, in this rocker." They lowered her almost inch by inch, sliding down pillows against the chair-back. "Now, Shila's little mamma, want to sleep?" "I got--no rest--no rest." "You're too excited, honey, that's all." "No rest." "Here--here's a brand-new hotel Bible on the table, dearie. Shall Shila read it to you?" "Aylorff--" "Now, now, mamma. Now, now; you mustn't! Didn't you promise Shila? Look! See, here's a wreath wrapped in your shawl for Shila's little mamma to work on. Plenty of wreaths for us to take back. Work awhile, dearie, and then we'll get Selene and Lester, and, after all the nice company goes away, we'll go home in the auto." "I begged he should keep in his hate--his feet in the----" "I know! The papers. That's what little mamma wants. Mr. Haas, that's what she likes better than anything--the evening papers." "I'll go down and send 'em right up with a boy, and telephone for the car. The crowd's beginning to pour out now. Just hold your horses there, Mrs. C., and I'll have those papers up here in a jiffy." He was already closing the door after him, letting in and shutting out a flare of music.