Olga nodded. "Take off your things. I'll have supper ready in two minutes. Did you get yours at the Cafeteria?" "Yes, I'm getting all my meals there--ten cents apiece." "Ten cents. I know you don't get enough--for that, Lizette Stone." Lizette laughed. "It's all I can afford," she said "out of six dollars a week. When I earn more----" "You can't cook for yourself as I do--you haven't room. Lizette, why can't we co-operate?" "What do you mean?" breathlessly Lizette questioned. "I mean, take our meals together and share the expense. It won't cost you more than thirty cents a day, and you'll have enough then." "But I can't cook--I don't know how," Lizette objected. "I'll teach you. And you've got to learn before you can be a Fire Maker, you know." "Yes--I know," said Lizette slowly, "and I'd like it, but you--Olga, you'd get sick of it. You're used to being alone. You wouldn't want any one around every day--you know you wouldn't." "It would be better for me than eating alone, and better for you than the Cafeteria. Come, Lizette, say 'yes.'" "Yes, then," Lizette answered. "At least--I'll try it for a month, if you'll promise to tell me frankly at the end of the month if you'd rather not keep on." "Agreed," said Olga. "My! But it will be good to have a change from the Cafeteria!" Lizette admitted. And now, having opened her heart to the sunshine of love, Olga began to find many pleasant things springing up there. She no longer held Miss Laura and the girls at arm's length. They were all friends, even Lena Barton and Eva Bicknell, whom until now she had regarded with scornful indifference, and Sadie Page, whom she had barely tolerated for Elizabeth's sake--even these she counted now as friends; and Laura, noting the growing comradeship--seeing week by week the strengthening of the bond between the girls, said to herself, joyfully, "It was in Olga's heart that the fire of love burst into flame, and it has leaped from heart to heart until now I believe in all my girls it is burning--'The love of man to man--the love of man to God.'" XV AN OPEN DOOR FOR ELIZABETH Sadie Page burst tumultuously into Olga's room one afternoon and hardly waited to get inside the door before she cried out, "I've thought of something Elizabeth can do--something splendid." "Well," said Olga drily, "if it is something splendid for Elizabeth, I'll excuse you for coming in without knocking." "All right, please excuse me, I forgot," Sadie responded with unusual good nature, "I was in such a hurry to tell you. It's a way Elizabeth can earn money at home----Now, Olga Priest, I think you're real mean to look so!" she ended with a scowl. "Look how?" Olga laughed. "You know. As if--as if I was just thinking of keeping Elizabeth at home." "But weren't you?" "No, I _wasn't_!" Sadie retorted. "At any rate--I was thinking of Elizabeth too. I was, honest, Olga." "Well, tell me," said Olga. "Why, you know those Christmas cakes she made?" "Yes."