The next morning Mr. Hart gave her a dollar-bill and told her that he appreciated the help she had given them, and wanted to pay her something for it.

She thanked him graciously and took the money with a kind of awe.  Her first earnings!  It seemed so strange to think that she had really earned some money, she who had always had all she wanted without lifting a finger.

She went to a store and bought a hair-brush and a few little things that she felt were necessities, with a fifty-cent straw telescope in which to put them.  Thus, with her modest baggage, she entered the home of Mrs. Rhinehart, and ascended to a tiny room on the fourth floor, in which were a cot and a washstand, a cracked mirror, one chair, and one window.  Mrs. Rhinehart had planned that the waitress should room with the cook, but the girl had insisted that she must have a room alone, no matter how small, and they had compromised on this unused, ill-furnished spot.

As she took off the felt hat, she wondered what its owner would think if he could see her now, and she brushed a fleck of dust gently from the felt, as if in apology for its humble surroundings.  Then she smoothed her hair, put on the apron Mrs. Hart had given her, and descended to her new duties as maid in a fashionable home.

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VII

Three days later Tryon Dunham entered the office of Judge Blackwell by appointment.  After the business was completed the Judge said with a smile, “Well, our mystery is solved.  The little girl is all safe.  She telephoned me just after you had left the other day, and sent her maid after her hat.  It seems that while she stood by the window, looking down into the street, she saw an automobile containing some of her friends.  It stopped at the next building.  Being desirous of speaking with a girl friend who was seated in the auto, she hurried out to the elevator, hoping to catch them.  The elevator boy who took her down-stairs went off duty immediately, which accounts for our not finding any trace of her, and he was kept at home by illness the next morning.  The young woman caught her friends, and they insisted that she should get in and ride to the station with one of them who was leaving the city at once.  They loaned her a veil and a wrap, and promised to bring her right back for her papers and other possessions, but the train was late, and when they returned the building was closed.  The two men who called for her were her brother and a friend of his, it seems.  I must say they were not so attractive as she is.  However, the mystery is solved, and I got well laughed at by my wife for my fears.”

But the young man was puzzling how this all could be if the hat belonged to the girl he knew—­to “Mary.”  When he left the Judge’s office, he went to his club, determined to have a little quiet for thinking it over.

Matters at home had not been going pleasantly.  There had been an ominous cloud over the breakfast table.  The bill for the hat had arrived from Madame Dollard’s, and Cornelia had laid it impressively by his plate.  Even his mother had looked at him with a glance that spoke volumes as she remarked that it would be necessary for her to have a new rain-coat before another storm came.