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It was a dismal evening in the old Brewster house. Mary explained to Azure the reasons which led to the shattering of family tradition, repeated them over and over again. She did not emphasize the most impelling reason, her lack of money, and, of course, she said nothing concerning her rash plunge in the stock market. She dwelt upon her loneliness and her feeling that she must do something to keep her mind occupied. Azure listened, but the end of the session found her in exactly the same position as at the beginning.
-"Well," she groaned, rising from the sofa and wiping her eyes with her handkerchief, "no use my sittin' here any longer, I suppose. I had to get supper the day your poor mother died, and I presume likely I must get it now. We all have our duties laid onto us, let the chips fall where they may. And to-morrow mornin' I'm goin' to send for the doctor. If you'll take my advice, which I suppose you won't, you'll go right upstairs and lay down this minute. I'll bring your supper up when it's ready."