that a fortunate accident had thrown her into the world in which money was.
When she came put of the barracks, she was tempted to walk down to Piccadilly and sell more violets as she went but it did not seem to her right. She felt that it was one thing for the housekeeper of the Honorable John Ruffin to sell flowers in the street as a cloak to her real work as Love's Messenger, but another thing for her to sell violets for the mere sake of money.
But as she rode home on the motor-'bus, she consoled herself by the thought that she had discovered a lucrative profession to which she could profitably devote herself, when the evil day came, against the coming of which the Honorable John Ruffin often warned her, and his creditors, at last victorious, hailed him to the dungeons of Holloway.
As they passed the park she looked into it longingly. She would have liked to take the Lump to the banks of the Serpentine for an hour. But she had come away from the Temple before her work was done; and there were beds to make and bedrooms to dust. She set about them as soon as she reached the Temple; and when they were done, she
