The business of arranging for this sudden departure was really not so difficult as it first appeared. Jennie proposed to tell her mother the whole truth, and there was nothing to say to her father except that she was going with Mrs. Bracebridge at the latter’s request. He might question her, but he really could not doubt. Before going home that afternoon she accompanied Lester to a department store, where she was fitted out with a trunk, a suit-case, and a travelling suit and hat. Lester was very proud of his prize. “When we get to New York I am going to get you some real things,” he told her. “I am going to show you what you can be made to look like.” He had all the purchased articles packed in the trunk and sent to his hotel. Then he arranged to have Jennie come there and dress Monday for the trip which began in the afternoon.

When she came home Mrs. Gerhardt, who was in the kitchen, received her with her usual affectionate greeting. “Have you been working very hard?” she asked. “You look tired.”

“No,” she said, “I’m not tired. It isn’t that. I just don’t feel good.”

“What’s the trouble?”

“Oh, I have to tell you something, mamma. It’s so hard.” She paused, looking inquiringly at her mother, and then away.

“Why, what is it?” asked her mother nervously. So many things had happened in the past that she was always on the alert for some new calamity. “You haven’t lost your place, have you?”

“No,” replied Jennie, with an effort to maintain her mental poise, “but I’m going to leave it.”

“No!” exclaimed her mother. “Why?”

“I’m going to New York.”

Her mother’s eyes opened widely. “Why, when did you decide to do that?” she inquired.

“To-day.”

“You don’t mean it!”

“Yes, I do, mamma. Listen. I’ve got something I want to tell you. You know how poor we are. There isn’t any way we can make things come out right. I have found some one who wants to help us. He says he loves me, and he wants me to go to New York with him Monday. I’ve decided to go.”

“Oh, Jennie!” exclaimed her mother. “Surely not! You wouldn’t do anything like that after all that’s happened. Think of your father.”

“I’ve thought it all out,” went on Jennie, firmly. “It’s really for the best. He’s a good man. I know he is. He has lots of money. He wants me to go with him, and I’d better go. He will take a new house for us when we come back and help us to get along. No one will ever have me as a wife — you know that. It might as well be this way. He loves me. And I love him. Why shouldn’t I go?”

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