I went home very bewildered, but very happy. I looked at the worn places on the stair carpet almost tenderly. I laid my cheek against my mother"s old winter coat hanging up in the hall. Suppose the fortune which Norah had read in the teacup should come true! Suppose that _I_ should be the one to buy the new things, to make soft the narrow life, to reimburse the dear ones who gave and gave and never thought of the sacrifice. Just suppose! It was as if a great white door had opened before me.