"Turn it into some sort of institution for making women independent human beings, I'll wager." I laughed, recalling Ruth's words of scarcely a fortnight ago. "If only she hadn't gotten so abnormal, and queer!" Edith sighed. "Perhaps this stroke of good luck will make her a little more like the rest of us. We must all look out and not let Ruth do anything ridiculous with this fortune of hers." * * * * * Will and I went over to see Ruth that evening. "Why, hello!" she called down, surprised, through the tube, in answer to my ring. "Will and you! Really? Come right up." "She doesn't know," I told Will, pushing open the heavy door and beginning to mount. "Guess not," agreed my husband. "Here's her evening paper in her box, untouched." We found Ruth just finishing with the dishes. The maid-of-all-work was out, and Ruth was alone. She called to me to come back and help her, and sang out brightly for Will to amuse himself with the paper. He'd probably find it downstairs in the box. Five minutes later Ruth slipped off her blue-checked apron, and we joined Will by the low lamp in the living-room. My sister looked very pretty in a loose black velvet smock. Her hair was coiled into a simple little knot in the nape of her neck. There were a few slightly waving strands astray about her face. Her hands, still damp from recent dish-washing, were the color of pink coral. "I'm tired tonight," she said, sighing audibly, and pulling herself up on the top of the high carved chest. She tucked a dull red pillow behind her head, and leaned back in the corner. "There! This is comfort," she went on. "Read the news out loud to me, Will, while I sit here and luxuriate." She closed her eyes. "All right," Will agreed. "By the way," he broke off, as unconsciously as possible, a minute or so later, "Have you heard anything from Mrs. Sewall lately?" There was a slight pause. The lady's name invariably clouded my sister's bright spirit. She opened her eyes. They were wistful. "No," she replied quietly, "I haven't. She's in England. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I was just wondering," my husband replied, losing his splendid courage. "I suppose you two got to be pretty good friends." "Yes, we did," Ruth replied shortly. There was another pause. Then in a low, troubled voice Ruth added, "But not now. We're not friends now. Something happened. All her affection for me has died. I have never been forgiven for something." "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," belittled Will, making violent signs to me to announce the news we bore. I had a clipping in my shopping-bag cut from the morning paper. I took it out of the envelope that contained it. "Ruth," I began, "here's something I ran across today." The telephone interrupted sharply.