Mrs. Raeburn was sitting by the kitchen fire when Jenny got back.
"I know. There wasn't anything to stay out for. It's a terrible night, pelting in rain. Shame after the glorious weather we've been having. It's my birthday to-morrow, too."
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Mrs. Raeburn. "And I'd forgotten all about it."
"I ought to have remembered this time. It was weather just like we've been having before you were born, and it come on to blow and rain just like this the very night. Twenty years! Tut-tut!"
"I don't feel a day older than fourteen," asserted Jenny.
"Tell me, do you enjoy being alive?" asked Mrs. Raeburn.
"You don't ever feel it was a pity you ever come into the world?"
"Of course I don't. Why should I? I think I'm a very lucky girl."
"You don't ever tell me anything about yourself," said Mrs. Raeburn. "So I don't know."
"I wish you'd settle down," urged the mother. "There's a lot of nice young chaps as would be glad to marry you."
"But I don't want to be married. I sha'n't ever get married. Ugh! Besides, what's going on as I am done? I'm enjoying myself."
"I don't want to get married," Jenny repeated. "I don't see that you did much good to yourself by getting married. I think you threw yourself away. Everybody must have liked you when you was a girl, and you go and marry Dad. I think you were potty. And yet you want me to do the same. I can't understand people."
"Why couldn't you have been nicer to that young baker chap?"
"Young baker chap? Yes, then I woke up. Him! Why, he used to hang his shoulders up when he took off his coat. Besides, he's common."
"Well, look at the men you want me to marry. Why--they're awful--like navvies half of them. Oh, don't carry on, mother. I know what I want."
"Jenny," said her mother sharply, "you haven't done anything wrong, have you?"
"Don't do anything wrong, there's a good girl. I was very upset about Edie, but nothing to what I should be about you."
"This little girl's all right. What's the matter with going to bed?"
"You go on up. I'll wait for your father."
"You're in a funny mood to-night, Mrs. Raeburn," said her daughter. "Good night."
When she reached the bedroom Jenny woke up her sister.
"Look here, young May, you haven't said nothing to mother, have you, about My Friend the Prince?"