Street on their skates, the big kite which Chet and Lance had raised supplying the motive power.
Chet beckoned her out to have a part in the fun; but much more serious matters filled Jess Morse's mind. When her mother finally arose, and folded and sealed and addressed the packet containing her night's work, Jess had to go out and mail it.
"I really believe that is a good story, Jess," said her mother, who was sanguine of temperament. She had a childish faith in the success of every manuscript she sent out; and usually when her chickens "came home to roost" her spirits withstood the shock admirably.
"Now, don't forget the list of things you were to get at Mr. Closewick's," added Mrs. Morse. Jess had kept her evening's troubles strictly to herself. "I believe he sent in a bill, but you tell him how it is; we'll have money in a day or two."
"But, Mother, we owe other stores, too," murmured Jess.
"I know it, child. But don't remind me"
"And the rent will be due. Mr. Chumley was here last night"
"Not for his rent so soon?" cried the irresponsible lady.
