"'But is it _happiness_?' I asked again. 'Happiness and bein' gay is different, and you don't need to go to things like this for happiness. You find it at home if you stop huntin' for it outside. It's like my specs that I go lookin' all over the house for and find up on my forehead where they was all the time. Now, dear, don't make a mistake and go fishing for happiness with a red rag instead of a real live worm, and then think there ain't no fish 'cause they won't bite. You got the right kind of bait in your pretty self, in your nice home, and in that great big husband, who, a person can see as plain as a wart on a white neck, is all over in love with you, and the sea'll be just full of fish for you." "I patted her hand again, as I was afraid she'd think I was interferin', but she didn't. She set quiet a while, then she squeezed my hand, and I said, 'Now I'm goin' home. Git on your bunnet and find your Bert and I'll drop you both at your house; and when you git home git him something fillin' to eat and something he likes to drink, and light his seegar for him and set down by the fire and tell him that real hugs is better'n all the bunny hugs in the world, and you'll find you won't be lonesome.' "And she did, John; at least I took 'em home, and they held hands all the way there, though they didn't know I saw 'em." "Well, Drusilla, you did have a nice time after all. I suppose you'll be going out every night now." "John, you got more hair then sense. I'm glad I haven't died before I seen this dinner dancin'; but it's like them spoiled fish sandwiches--one taste's enough." CHAPTER XII One afternoon Drusilla was working in her corner of the greenhouse transplanting lily bulbs. She did not notice the entrance of Daphne until she heard the fresh young voice at her side. "Good morning, Miss Doane. I have come on business. I am an agent to enlist your services." Drusilla pushed her near-seeing glasses up on her forehead so that she could the better regard the pretty face before her. "Well, now, what company is hirin' you? They have a good agent. Is it a book or a washin' machine?" Daphne laughed. "Neither, Miss Doane. How shocking! I am working in a great cause--the cause of the poor." "So--" said Drusilla. "What do _you_ know about the poor?" "Oh, I know a lot, Miss Doane. I am one of the volunteer workers in a Settlement house in the slums." "What's that? I seem to disremember what I have read about such things, if I have ever read about them."