"There are other things which make happiness besides—pleasant things happening to one."

"What sort of things?"

Gertrude paused a minute, then said bravely: "Our own self-respect, and the integrity of the people we care for."

"That sounds very nice," replied Conny, without enthusiasm, "but I should like a little of the more obvious sorts of happiness as well."

Gertrude gave a laugh, which was also a sob.

"So should I, Conny, so should I."


CHAPTER XII. GERTRUDE IS ANXIOUS.