written on it. She handed this to Letitia, and said with an air of triumph:
"That 's where she lives. Now you 'll have to admit, Miss Letitia Mason, that there are no flies on your little sister!"
Letitia looked at the address and gave it back.
"No," said her sister; "you keep it. That 's my little scheme. You 're to go there now—this afternoon—and order jam. Do you see?"
"But I don't want any jam, and you never eat it."
"Good gracious, Tishy, how awfully stupid you are to-day! What a fortunate thing it is that you and Mortimer have got me to take care of you! Of course you don't want jam. I never heard of any civilized being who did. But I suppose you 'll admit that you want to see this girl?"
"I don't think I do," said Letitia. "I don't see why I should."
"Well, I do," said Mrs. Gault, with asperity. "Don't you take an interest in John? Don't you want to see if he's fallen into the clutches of an adventuress?"
"She does n't sound at all like an adventuress, Maud. I never heard of an adventuress making jam for her living."
"Jam for her living! Bosh! Can't you imagine how she tells that to John, and shows him the glasses in the corner cupboard, and
