common-sense aunts, and really it might be worse." And she remarked
aloud: "The fact that he is a nephew of General Waite means something."

"That's so," assented her husband. "Something like half a million.
Old Knight is determined to hand it all over." He smiled to himself,
then added: "He came to see me--the young man, I mean. I liked him.
He suggested Rob a little without resembling him. Very gentlemanly;
nice eyes."




CHAPTER FIFTEEN

_In which the Fairy Godmother Society is again mentioned, among other
things_.


"But it is really embarrassing when I had made up my mind to marry a
poor Candy Man to have it turn out so. I rather liked defying common
sense," said Margaret Elizabeth.

The Candy Man had made a hurried journey to Chicago, and was back before
the rain was over, and while it was still cold enough for a fire, so
that his old dream of sometime sitting by the Little Red Chimney's
hearth was coming true. Margaret Elizabeth in the blue dress, by
request, though she declared it wasn't fit to be seen, occupied the
ottoman, her elbows on her knees, the firelight playing in her bright
hair.