put food in the larder. What little Jess had brought in from Mr. Vandegriff's store would not last them over Sunday. And her mother seemed to think that everybody else would be just as sanguine of her getting a check as she was herself.
"I do wish you had been able to get steady work with the Courier," spoke Jess, as she prepared to go out.
"That would have been nice," admitted her mother. "And I am in a position to know a good deal of what goes on socially on the Hill. I am welcome in the homes of the very best people, for your father's sake, Jess. He was a very fine man, indeed."
"And for your own sake, too, Mamma!" cried Jess, who was really, after all, very proud of her mother's talent.
"It would have been nice," repeated Mrs. Morse. "And certainly the Courier is not covering the Hill as well as might be. I pointed that out to Mr. Prentice; but he is limited in expenditures, I suppose, the paper being a new venture."
It was on the tip of the girl's tongue to tell her mother of the visit of Mr. Prentice's sister-in-law the evening before. But why disturb her mother's mind with all that trouble? So she
