"It's even more beautiful than I thought it would be," she trembled. For him the house had changed the moment she stepped into it. With his father alive, it had been his father's home rather than his; with his father gone, it had been scarcely more than a convenient resting-place. There had been moments--when he thought of Frances here--that it had taken on more significance, but even this had been due to Sally. When he thought he was making the house ready for another, it had been her dear hand who had guided him. How vividly now he recalled that dinner at the little French restaurant when he had described his home to her--the home which was now her home too. It was at that moment she had first made her personality felt here. Sally removed her hat and tidied her hair before the mirror in quite as matter-of-fact a fashion as though she had been living here ever since that day instead of only the matter of a few minutes. When she came downstairs, Nora herself seemed to accept her on that basis. To her suggestions, she replied, "Yes, Mrs. Pendleton," as glibly as though she had been saying it all her life. They returned on a Saturday. On Monday Don was to go back to the office. Sally had sent in her resignation the day of her marriage and had received nice letters from both Carter and Farnsworth, with a check enclosed from the former for fifty dollars and from the latter for twenty-five dollars. "What I'll have to do," said Don, as he retired Sunday night, "is to get a larger alarm-clock. It won't do to be late any more." "You're right," agreed Sally. "But you won't need an alarm-clock." "Eh?" "You wait and see." Sally was awake at six the next morning and Don himself less than one minute after. "Time to get up," she called. "I'm sleepy," murmured Don. "Then to-morrow night you'll get to bed one hour earlier. But--up with you." "Right-o," he answered as he sprang from bed. "But there's no need of your getting up." "I'd be ashamed of myself if I didn't." She had breakfast with him that first work morning as she planned to do every morning of her life after that. "Now, Don," she warned as he was ready to leave, "mind you don't say anything about a raise in salary for a little while yet. I know Farnsworth, and he'll give it to you the moment he feels you've made good. Besides, we can afford to wait and--I don't know as I want you to have any more money than you have now. It's ridiculous for you to have that two thousand from your father." "I guess we can use it, little woman," he laughed. "We can save it," she insisted. "And, of course, it's pretty nice to have an emergency fund, only it sort of takes half the fun out of life to be so safe." "It takes half the worry with it, too," he reminded her. She thought a moment. Then she kissed him. "Maybe it's good for people to worry a bit," she answered. "You've already done your share," he returned. "You're going to meet me for lunch at twelve?" "Yes, Don." "Sure?"