"Of course," Miss Bentley went on, "it must be a secret society, never mentioned in the papers, unknown to those you call its beneficiaries. In this way there will be no occasion or demand for gratitude. No obligations will be imposed upon the recipients--that word is as bad as yours--let's call them godchildren--and the fairy godmother will have her fun in giving the good times, without bothering over whether they are properly grateful." "You seem to have a grievance against gratitude," said the Candy Man laughing. "I have," she owned. "There are people who contend that there is little or none of it in the world," he added. "And I am not sure it was meant there should be--much of it, I mean. It is an emotion--would you call it an emotion?" "You might," said the Candy Man. "Well, an emotion that turns to dust and ashes when you try to experience it, or demand it of others," concluded Miss Bentley with emphasis. "And you needn't laugh," she added. The Candy Man disclaimed any thought of such a thing. He was profoundly serious. "It is really a great idea," he said. "A human agency whose benefits could be received as we receive those of Nature or Providence--as impersonally." She nodded appreciatively. "You understand." And they were both aware of a sense of comradeship scarcely justified by the length of their acquaintance. "May I ask your ideas as to the amount of this fund?" he said. She considered a moment. "Well, say a hundred thousand," she suggested. "You are expecting a large bequest, then." "An income of five thousand would not be too much," insisted Miss Bentley. "We should wish to do bigger things than opera tickets, you know." "There are persons who perhaps need a fairy godmother, whom money cannot help," the Candy Man continued thoughtfully. "There's an old man--not so old either--a sad grey man, whom the children on our block call the Miser. I am not an adept in reading faces, but I am sure there is nothing mean in his. It is only sad. I get interested in people," he added. "So do I," cried his companion. "And of course, you are right. The Fairy Godmother Society would have to have more than one department. Naturally opera tickets would not do your man any good--unless we could get him to send them." They laughed over this clever idea, and the Candy Man went on to say that there were lonely people in the world, who, through no fault of their own, were so circumstanced as to be cut off from those common human relationships which have much to do with the flavour of life. "I don't quite understand," Miss Bentley began. But these young persons were not to be left to settle the affairs of the universe in one morning. A handkerchief waved in the distance by a stoutish lady, interrupted. "There's Cousin Prue," Miss Bentley cried, springing to her feet.