The Girls of St. Olave's

John F. Shaw & Co., Ltd., 3, Pilgrim Street, London, E.C.
You won't be any more use to us after this, said Gertrude positively.
A quick flush coloured Denys's cheek.
Oh, Gertrude! why not?
Engaged girls never are the least use to their families, reiterated Gertrude. All they think about is the postman and their bottom drawer. The family goes to the wall, its interests are no longer of interest, its sewing is no longer necessary, its duties——
But Denys's good-tempered laugh rippled out and interrupted the flow of eloquence.
Really, Gertrude! you are too funny!
I don't feel at all funny, grumbled Gertrude, half laughing and half ashamed of herself, only I'm quite busy enough, and I can't be piled up with any of your odds and ends! Talking of bottom drawers, she added, more contented now she had said her say, if I were you I would put away all your ornaments and vases, or Pattie will break them all before you are married.
Denys's eyes wandered round the room, the dear old night nursery where she had slept with one after another of the babies. The walls were adorned with coloured prints, of which the stories had been told and re-told to Tony and little Jerry and baby Maude, and the odds and ends of little ornaments and carved brackets had each its own history of a birthday or a holiday or a keepsake. There was nothing of value, except in the value of association, and Denys smiled tenderly as she shook her head.
On this evening, when she was just engaged to be married, every association in the room was tugging at her heart, and weaving its threads into the new fabric of joy that was spread out before her.
Gertrude's glance followed hers round the room.
It isn't a half bad room, she remarked, only those rubbishy old pictures spoil it. When you are gone I shall have this room and you will see the difference I shall make. What a joke it will be to see you come poking round to see all our arrangements then!