"And Mother must have that money, of course, for the rest-place," Felicia said. "For Heaven's sake, don't tell her," Ken muttered. His sister shot him one swift look of reproach and then turned to Mr. Dodge. She tried desperately to be very businesslike. "What do you advise us to do, Mr. Dodge?" she said. "Send away the servants, of course." "And Miss Bolton," Ken said; "she's an expensive lady." "Yes, Miss Bolton. I'll teach Kirk--I can." "How much is the rent of the house, Mr. Dodge, do you know?" Ken asked. Mr. Dodge did know, and told him. Ken whistled. "It sounds as though we'd have to move," he said. "The lease ends April first," said the attorney. "We could get a little tiny house somewhere," Felicia suggested. "Couldn't you get quite a nice one for six hundred dollars a year?" This sum represented, more or less, their entire income--minus the expenses of Hilltop Sanatorium. "But what would you eat?" Mr. Dodge inquired gently. "Oh, dear, that's true!" said Felicia. And clothes! What _do_ you think we'd better do?" "You have no immediate relatives, as I remember?" Mr. Dodge mused. "None but our great-aunt, Miss Pelham," Ken said, "and _she_ lives in Los Angeles." "She's very old, too," Phil said, "and lives in a tiny house. She's not at all well off; we shouldn't want to bother her. And there is Uncle Lewis." "Oh, _him_!" said Ken, gloomily. "It takes three months even to get an answer from a letter to him," Felicia explained. "He's in the Philippines, doing something to Ignorants." "Igorrotes, Phil," Ken muttered. "He sounds unpromising," Mr. Dodge sighed. "And there are no friends who would be sufficiently interested in your problem to open either their doors or their pocket-books?" "We don't know many people here," Felicia said. "Mother hasn't gone out very much for several years." Ken flushed. "And we'd rather people didn't open anything to us, anyhow," he said. "Except, perhaps, their hearts," Mr. Dodge supplemented, "or their eyes, when they see your independent procedure!" He tapped his knee with his glasses. "My dear children, I suggest that you move to some other house--perhaps to some quaint little place in the country, which would be much less expensive than anything you could find in town. Your mother had best go away, as the doctor advises--she will be much better looked after, and of course she mustn't know what you do. I'll watch over this Rocky Head concern, and you may feel perfectly secure in the Fidelity. And don't hesitate to ask me anything you want to know, at any time." He rose, pushing back his papers. "Don't we owe you something for all this, sir?" Ken asked, rather red. Mr. Dodge smiled. "One dollar, and other valuable considerations," he said. Kenelm brought out his pocketbook, and carefully pulled a dollar bill from the four which it contained. He presented it to Mr. Dodge, and Felicia said: "Thank you so very, very much!"