"You're going to pay your own expenses, aren't you?" demanded Janice. "Why should you do that? Just because you love Lottie, isn't it?"
"Ye-es," admitted the other, but with a little blush.
"Well, let me show some love for her, too."
"Good Land o' Goshen!" cried old Mrs. Scattergood. "Somebody ought to take and shake you, Janice Day! I don't see what your folks can be thinking of. All that money just thrown away—for like enough the man can't help the poor little thing at all. It is wicked!"
"We sha'n't pay for the operation if it is not successful. That is the agreement Dr. Sharpless always makes," said Janice, firmly. "But, oh! I hope he is successful, and that the money will do him a lot of good."
"I declare for't! you are the strangest child!" muttered Mrs. Scattergood. "I thought you was one o' these new-fashioned gals when I first seen ye—all for excitement, and fashions, and things like that. I've been wonderfully mistaken in you, Janice Day."
Oddly enough the old lady made small objection to her daughter's going to Boston with the child. "Anyhow," she grumbled to Janice, "she won't be runnin' into Hopewell's all the time if she ain't here."
"There will be no need of that, mother, if little Lottie is away," Miss 'Rill said, gently.
At home——Ah! that is where Janice had the greatest opposition to meet.
"I declare to goodness!" snarled Marty Day. "If you ain't the very craziest girl there ever was, Janice! Givin' all that good money away! And goin' without that buzz-wagon you've been talking about so long!"