"Margaret Elizabeth!"

It was Uncle Bob's voice at the door. "I hate to disturb you, but that
old bore at the club wants your father's address."

"You aren't disturbing. Come in and hear about the Fairy Godmother
Society."

"You don't mean really?" Uncle Bob stood before the hearth and looked
from his niece to the Candy Man.

"Indeed we do," she answered. "You see we have ten times as much money
as we thought we had. So why not?"

"Quite correct, as we thought we hadn't any," murmured the Candy Man.

Uncle Bob rubbed his hands in delight. "I told Prue you'd do something
of the sort; that you wouldn't just settle down to be ordinary rich
people. But Prue says riches bring caution."

Margaret Elizabeth, going to her desk for the address, laughed. "We
aren't going to forget our humble beginning," she said; "and we'll act
quickly before we are inured to our new estate."

"But then, you know, there is another side to it," her uncle interposed,
in a sudden access of prudence. "You must consider the matter carefully
with an eye to the future. For instance now, there may be heirs."

A silence fell. The fire crackled, and the clock ticked with unusual