Mamma demanded an explanation.  And Cally, pausing briefly at the door, turned upon that censorious gaze a face radiant as the morning.

“I’m going to give him my fifty thousand dollars to build a new Works with....  Won’t you please help me make him take it?”

But what her mother may have replied to this request failed to overtake Cally, flying down the hall to the telephone....

* * * * *

The bedroom conference, it was seen, had not been wholly fruitless, after all.  Mrs. Heth’s last stand for Hugo—­like Hugo’s last afternoon—­had taken a slant not anticipated by her, but at least wholesome and moral in its effects.  Cally’s dreaded accusing interview in the study gave place, beyond all imagining, to an unpremeditated outpouring by telephone, in which her chief fear was only of making a perfect little silly of herself.  And lastly, Mr. Heth, called summarily from a directors’ meeting at the Fourth National Bank, was overflowed with such a wave of feminine incoherence and emotionalism as he found great difficulty in associating with his usually self-contained little daughter....

Papa indeed, knowing nothing of any conference or of any dark cloud either, was treated to the astonishment of his life.  When he finally understood that the house was not in flames, or his wife stricken with a deadly malady, when he began to get some notion of what all the strange pother was about, his replies, for the most part, took the following general directions:  (1) that little Callipers was out of her mind with her sickness, didn’t know what she was talking about, crazy, and the greatest little goose that ever was; (2) that she had no business ever going to the Works, but that was all right now, and he didn’t want to hear another word about it; (3) that he couldn’t stop to talk such foolishness in business hours, and she’d better go and lie down and rest and get her senses back; (4) that he gave her that money for herself, and when he got dependent on his little daughter, he’d let her know; (5) and that there, there, not to bother him now, we’d see, after lunch....

Sufficiently vague replies these; yet they seemed to leave the daughter in no doubt whatever that the matter which had all in a moment become dear to her heart was as good as settled.  For when papa terminated the conversation by smartly ringing off, she immediately called another number:  Jefferson 4127, this one was, which, as the book shows (only she did not look at the book) is the number assigned to Meeghan’s Grocery, down by the old Dabney House....

However the untutored voice at Meeghan’s reported that Doctor was out on his rounds and not to be reached before one o’clock.  So Cally had to defer for a little while the happiness she would have in telling the lame wanderer across her path that, after all, his eyes had not put their trust in her in vain.

Later she sat again on a revolving seat at Gentlemen’s Furnishings, eagerly purchasing shirts, cost not exceeding one dollar each, for James Thompson, aged thirteen, of up-country.  It happened to be her work to do in the world, and she was doing it.