the　lack　of　a　greater　knowledge　。。。。
  Often　during　the　weeks　that　followed　he　dwelt　in　her　mind　as　she　sat　at　her
  desk　and　stared　out　across　the　river；　and　several　times　that　summer　she　started
  to　walk　to　Silliston。　　But　always　she　turned　back。　　Perhaps　she　feared　to　break
  the　charm　of　that　memory　。。。。
  CHAPTER　IV
  Our　American　climate　is　notoriously　capricious。　　Even　as　Janet　trudged　homeward
  on　that　Memorial　Day　afternoon　from　her　Cinderella…like　adventure　in　Silliston
  the　sun　grew　hot；　the　air　lost　its　tonic；　becoming　moist　and　tepid；　white
  clouds　with　dark　edges　were　piled　up　in　the　western　sky。　　The　automobiles　of
  the　holiday　makers　swarmed　ceaselessly　over　the　tarvia。　　Valiantly　as　she
  strove　to　cling　to　her　dream；　remorseless　reality　was　at　work　dragging　her
  back；　reclaiming　her；　excitement　and　physical　exercise　drained　her　vitality；
  her　feet　were　sore；　sadness　invaded　her　as　she　came　in　view　of　the　ragged
  outline　of　the　city　she　had　left　so　joyfully　in　the　morning。　　Summer；　that　most
  depressing　of　seasons　in　an　environment　of　drab　houses　and　grey　pavements；　was
  at　hand；　listless　householders　and　their　families　were　already；　seeking　refuge
  on　front　steps　she　passed　on　her　way　to　Fillmore　Street。
  It　was　about　half　past　five　when　she　arrived。　　Lise；　her　waist　removed；　was
  seated　in　a　rocking　chair　at　the　window　overlooking　the　littered　yards　and　the
  backs　of　the　tenements　on　Rutger　Street。　　And　Lise；　despite　the　heaviness　of
  the　air；　was　dreaming。　　Of　such　delicate　texture　was　the　fabric　of　Janet's
  dreams　that　not　only　sordid　reality；　but　contact　with　other　dreams　of　a
  different　nature；　such　as　her　sister's；　often　sufficed　to　dissolve　them。　　She
  resented；　for　instance；　the　presence　in　the　plush　oval　of　Mr。　Eustace
  Arlington；　the　movie　star　whose　likeness　had　replaced　Mr。　Wiley's；　and　who　had
  played　the　part　of　the　western　hero　in　〃Leila　of　Hawtrey's。〃　　With　his　burning
  eyes　and　sensual　face　betraying　the　puffiness　that　comes　from　over…indulgence；
  he　was　not　Janet's　ideal　of　a　hero；　western　or　otherwise。　　And　now　Lise　was
  holding　a　newspaper：　not　the　Banner；　whose　provinciality　she　scorned；　but　a
  popular　Boston　sheet　to　be　had　for　a　cent；　printed　at　ten　in　the　morning　and
  labelled　〃Three　O'clock　Edition；〃　with　huge　red　headlines　stretched　across　the
  top　of　the　page：
  〃JURY　FINDS　IN　MISS　NEALY'S　FAVOR。〃
  As　Janet　entered　Lise　looked　up　and　exclaimed：
  〃Say；　that　Nealy　girl's　won　out！〃
  〃Who　is　she？〃　Janet　inquired　listlessly。
  〃You　are　from　the　country；　all　right；〃　was　her　sister's　rejoinder。　　〃I　would
  have　bet　there　wasn't　a　Reub　in　the　state　that　wasn't　wise　to　the　Ferris　breach
  of　promise　case；　and　here　you　blow　in　after　the　show's　over　and　want　to　know
  who　Nelly　Nealy　is。　　If　that　doesn't　beat　the　band！〃
  〃This　woman　sued　a　man　named　Ferrisis　that　it？〃
  〃A　man　named　Ferris！〃　Lise　repeated；　with　the　air　of　being　appalled　by　her
  sister's　ignorance。　　〃I　guess　you　never　heard　of　Ferris；　eitherthe　biggest
  copper　man　in　Boston。　　He　could　buy　Hampton；　and　never　feel　it；　and　they　say
  his　house　in　Brighton　cost　half　a　million　dollars。　　Nelly　Nealy　put　her　damages
  at　one　hundred　and　fifty　thousand　and　stung　him　for　seventy　five。　　I　wish　I'd
  been　in　court　when　that　jury　came　back！　　There's　her　picture。〃
  To　Janet；　especially　in　the　mood　of　reaction　in　which　she　found　herself　that
  evening；　Lise's　intense　excitement；　passionate　partisanship　and　approval　of
  Miss　Nealy　were　incomprehensible；　repellent。　　However；　she　took　the　sheet；
  gazing　at　the　image　of　the　lady　who；　recently　an　obscure
  stenographer；　had　suddenly　leaped　into　fame　and　become　a　〃headliner；〃　the
  envied　of　thousands　of　working　girls　all　over　New　England。　　Miss　Nealy；　in
  spite　of　the　〃glare　of　publicity〃　she　deplored；　had　borne　up　admirably　under
  the　strain；　and　evidently　had　been　able　to　consume　three　meals　a　day　and　give
  some　thought　to　her　costumes。　　Her　smile　under　the　picture　hat　was　coquettish；
  if　not　bold。　　The　special　article；　signed　by　a　lady　reporter　whose　sympathies
  were　by　no　means　concealed　and　whose　talents　were　given　free　rein；　related　how
  the　white…haired　mother　had　wept　tears　of　joy；　how　Miss　Nealy　herself　had　been
  awhile　too　overcome　to　speak；　and　then　had　recovered　sufficiently　to　express
  her　gratitude　to　the　twelve　gentlemen　who　had　vindicated　the　honour　of　American
  womanhood。　　Mr。　Ferris；　she　reiterated；　was　a　brute；　never　as　long　as　she　lived
  would　she　be　able　to　forget　how　she　had　loved　and　believed　in　him；　and　how；
  when　at　length　she　unwillingly　became　convinces　of　his　perfidy；　she　had　been
  〃prostrated；〃　unable　to　support　her　old　mother。　　She　had　not；　naturally；　yet
  decided　how　she　would　invest　her　fortune；　as　for　going　on　the　stage；　that　had
  been　suggested；　but　she　had　made　no　plans。　　〃Scores　of　women　sympathizers〃　had
  escorted　her　to　a　waiting　automobile。。。。
  Janet；　impelled　by　the　fascination　akin　to　disgust；　read　thus　far；　and　flinging
  the　newspaper　on　the　floor；　began　to　tidy　herself　for　supper。　　But　presently；
  when　she　heard　Lise　sigh；　she　could　contain　herself　no　longer。
  〃I　don't　see　how　you　can　read　such　stuff　as　that；〃　she　exclaimed。　　〃It'sit's
  horrible。〃
  〃Horrible？〃　Lise　repeated。
  Janet　swung　round　from　the　washbasin；　her　hands　dripping。
  〃Instead　of　getting　seventy　five　thousand　dollars　she　ought　to　be　tarred　and
  feathered。　　She's　nothing　but　a　blackmailer。〃
  Lise；　aroused　from　her　visions；　demanded　vehemently　〃Ain't　he　a　millionaire？〃
  〃What　difference　does　that　make？〃　Janet　retorted。　　〃And　you　can't　tell　me　she
  didn't　know　what　she　was　up　to　all　alongwith　that　face。〃
  〃I'd　have　sued　him；　all　right；〃　declared　Lise；　defiantly。
  〃Then　you'd　be　a　blackmailer；　too。　　I'd　sooner　scrub　floors；　I'd　sooner　starve
  than　do　such　a　thingtake　money　for　my　affections。　　In　the　first　place；　I'd
  have　more　pride；　and　in　the　second　place；　if　I　really　loved　a　man；　seventy　five
  thousand　or　seventy　five　million　dollars　wouldn't　help　me　any。　　Where　do　you
  get　such　ideas？　　Decent　people　don't　have　them。〃
  Janet　turned　to　the　basin　again　and　began　rubbing　her　face　vigorouslyceasing
  for　an　instance　to　make　sure　of　the　identity　of　a　sound　reaching　her　ears
  despite　the　splashing　of　water。　　Lise　was　sobbing。　　Janet　dried　her　face　and
  hands；　arranged　her　hair；　and　sat　down　on　the　windowsill；　the　scorn　and　anger；
  which　had　been　so　intense　as　completely　to　possess　her；　melting　into　a　pity　and
  contempt　not　unmixed　with　bewilderment。　　Ordinarily　Lise　was　hard；　impervious
  to　such　reproaches；　holding　her　own　in　the　passionate　quarrels　that
  occasionally　took　place　between　them　yet　there　were　times；　such　as　this；　when
  her　resistance　broke　down　unexpectedly；　and　she　lost　all　self　control。　　She
  rocked　to　and　fro　in　the　chair；　her　shoulders　bowed；　her　face　hidden　in　her
  hands。　　Janet　reached　out　and　touched　her。
  〃Don't　be　silly；〃　she　began；　rather　sharply；　〃just　because　I　said　it　was　a
  disgrace　to　have　such　ideas。　　Well；　it　is。〃
  〃I'm　not　silly；〃　said　Lise。　　〃I'm　sick　of　that　job　at　the　Bagatelle　〃　sob
  〃there's　nothing　in　itI'm　going　to　quitI　wish　to　God　I　was　dead！　　Standing
  on　your　feet　all　day　till　you're　wore　out　for　six　dollars　a　weekwhat's　there
  in　it？〃sob〃With　that　guy　Walters　who　walks　the　floor　never　lettin'　up　on
  you。　　He　come　up　to　me　yesterday　and　says；　‘I　didn't　know　you　was　near　sighted；
  Miss　Bumpus'　just　because　there　was　a　customer　Annie　Hatch　was　too　lazy　to　wait
  on〃sob〃That's　his　line　of　dopethinks　he's　sarcasticand　he's　sweet　on
  Annie。　　Tomorrow　I'm　going　to　tell　him　to　go　to　hell。　　I'm　through　I'm　sick　of
  it；　I　tell　you〃sob〃I'd　rather　be　dead　than　slave　like　that　for　six
  dollars。〃
  〃Where　are　you　going？〃　asked　Janet。
  〃I　don't　knowI　don't　care。　　What's　the　difference？　any　place'd　be　better　than
  this。〃　　For　awhile　she　continued　to　cry　on　a　ridiculously　high；　though　subdued；
  whining　note；　her　breath　catching　at　intervals。　　A　feeling　of　helplessness；　of
  utter　desolation　crept　over　Janet；　powerless　to　comfort　herself；　how　could　she
  comfort　her　sister？　　She　glanced　around　the　familiar；　sordid　room；　at　the
  magazine　pages　against　the　faded　wall…paper；　at　the　littered　bureau　and　the
  littered　bed；　over　which　Lise's　clothes　were　flung。　　It　was　hot　and　close　even
  now；　in　summer　it　would　be　stifling。　　Suddenly　a　flash　of　sympathy　revealed　to
  her　a　glimpse　of　the　truth　that　Lise；　too；　after　her　own　nature；　sought　beauty
  and　freedom！　　Never　did　she　come　as　near　comprehending　Lise　as　in　such　moments
  as　this；　and　when；　on　dark　winter　mornings；　her　sister　clung　to　her；　terrified
  by　the　siren。　　Lise　was　a　child；　and　the　thought　that　she；　Janet；　was　powerless
  to　change　her　was　a　part　of　the　tragic　tenderness。　　What　would　become　of　Lise？
  And　what　would　become　of　her；　Janet？。。。　　So　she　clung；　desperately；　to　her
  sister's　hand　until　at　last　Lise　roused　herself；　her　hair　awry；　her　face
  puckered　and　wet　with　tears　and　perspiration。
  〃I　can't　stand　it　any　moreI've　just　got　to　go　away　anywhere；〃　she　said；　and
  the　cry　found　an　echo　in　Janet's　heart。。。。
  But　the　next　morning　Lise　went　back　to　the　Bagatelle；　and　Janet　to　the　mill。。。。
  The　fact　that　Lise's　love　affairs　had　not　been　prospering　undoubtedly　had
  someth