But while these unmentioned surprises were pending, Mrs. Weatherstone departed to New York--to Europe; and was gone some months. In the spring she returned, in April--which is late June in Orchardina. She called upon Diantha and her mother at once, and opened her attack. “I do hope, Mrs. Bell, that you'll back me up,” she said. “You have the better business head I think, in the financial line.” “She has,” Diantha admitted. “She's ten times as good as I am at that; but she's no more willing to carry obligation than I am, Mrs. Weatherstone.” “Obligation is one thing--investment is another,” said her guest. “I live on my money--that is, on other people's work. I am a base capitalist, and you seem to me good material to invest in. So--take it or leave it--I've brought you an offer.” She then produced from her hand bag some papers, and, from her car outside, a large object carefully boxed, about the size and shape of a plate warmer. This being placed on the table before them, was uncovered, and proved to be a food container of a new model. “I had one made in Paris,” she explained, “and the rest copied here to save paying duty. Lift it!” They lifted it in amazement--it was so light. “Aluminum,” she said, proudly, “Silver plated--new process! And bamboo at the corners you see. All lined and interlined with asbestos, rubber fittings for silver ware, plate racks, food compartments--see?” She pulled out drawers, opened little doors, and rapidly laid out a table service for five. “It will hold food for five--the average family, you know. For larger orders you'll have to send more. I had to make _some_ estimate.” “What lovely dishes!” said Diantha. “Aren't they! Aluminum, silvered! If your washers are careful they won't get dented, and you can't break 'em.” Mrs. Bell examined the case and all its fittings with eager attention. “It's the prettiest thing I ever saw,” she said. “Look, Diantha; here's for soup, here's for water--or wine if you want, all your knives and forks at the side, Japanese napkins up here. Its lovely, but--I should think--expensive!” Mrs. Weatherstone smiled. “I've had twenty-five of them made. They cost, with the fittings, $100 apiece, $2,500. I will rent them to you, Miss Bell, at a rate of 10 per cent. interest; only $250 a year!” “It ought to take more,” said Mrs. Bell, “there'll be breakage and waste.” “You can't break them, I tell you,” said the cheerful visitor, “and dents can be smoothed out in any tin shop--you'll have to pay for it;--will that satisfy you?” Diantha was looking at her, her eyes deep with gratitude. “I--you know what I think of you!” she said. Mrs. Weatherstone laughed. “I'm not through yet,” she said. “Look at my next piece of impudence!” This was only on paper, but the pictures were amply illuminating. “I went to several factories,” she gleefully explained, “here and abroad. A Yankee firm built it. It's in my garage now!”