"She never seems to get into flusters like you do, she seems to have something that steadies her, somehow; I hardly know how to put it." Phill saw from the look on his mother's face he was getting on to dangerous ground, and that made it all the more difficult to clothe his thoughts in words. "Flusters, indeed! She'd be flustered right enough if she had the worries I have." "I should think she has more to worry her than you have," Phill ventured to remark. "That shows all you know about it! Why, she came in this afternoon to try and cheer me up a bit--she as good as said so just before you came in." "Yes, that's just it!" put in Phill eagerly, "she's got the knack of brightening things up for folks as well as for herself. She makes a fellow feel cheery like to be with her." "You'd better go and live with her then, like your sister's done. It's a fine thing when children take to lecturing their mother! It would be far more becoming of you to try to lessen your mother's worries than to make out she is so much worse than her neighbours!" After that Phill ate his dinner in silence, and took his departure as quickly as possible. But the thought of the difference between his mother and Mrs. Waring had taken still deeper root in his mind. The next time he met Bessie he was specially gracious to her. Bessie did not know what to make of it. "It is wretchedly dull at home now you're away, Bess. I do wish you would come back!" "Not if I know it!" answered that young lady. "I know when I'm well off. Besides, I thought you would get on like the steam out of Watts' kettle with me away!" "Yes, that's just it, I'm always in hot water," he replied in a doleful voice. "Well, what if you are? Isn't hot water better than black beetles? Hot water is a splendid thing to drink, but it would give you the creeps to have to eat beetles! Ugh!" "What a stupid you are, Bess, and just when a fellow wants to be serious!" Bessie had it on her lips to say, "Wonders will never cease!"--she had already raised her hands in a tragic style, but something in Phill's manner checked her. "What was it you wanted to say, Phill?" she asked quite kindly, suddenly dropping her hands. The lad looked up at her, struck with the change in her voice, and was silent for a moment or so. "Tell me, Bessie, what it is that makes Mrs. Waring so different to mother?" The sentence was quite shot out. "How did you find out there was any difference?" "Find out? It don't take long to find that out! Mrs. Waring don't worry and fluster like mother does, and yet I should think she's got more to worry about." "You're right there." "Well, what is the difference? I can hear you all laughing like anything sometimes." Bessie knew well enough what the difference was, but did not like to put it into words. "I wish I could come into Mrs. Waring's of an evening!" went on Phill.