over her lips, her dimple came and went. She gazed absently at the
curling flame. Suddenly she rose from her ottoman, and seated herself
bolt upright on the sofa with one of the plumpest cushions behind her.
"All the same it was inexcusable in me," she declared sternly.

"What was?" asked her uncle.

"The nonsense I talked. About a Fairy Godmother Society! No doubt he was
laughing in his sleeve all the time."

"Oh, I guess not. It sounds quite original and interesting. Have you
copyrighted the idea?"

"Uncle Bob, you are a dear. Some time I'll tell you all about it--when
I get over feeling so terribly, if I ever do."

"Now, really," insisted Uncle Bob, "I don't see why you should worry.
You are almost certain to meet him again, and----"

"I shall die if I do," Margaret Elizabeth declared; but somehow the
assertion failed to ring true.

"From what you have said he is plainly a gentleman, and altogether
matters might be worse," Uncle Bob concluded.

Miss Bentley shook her head. "I don't see how they could be," she
insisted.