CHAPTER SEVEN

_Shows how the Candy Wagon is visited in behalf of the Squirrel, and
how pride suffers a fall; how Miss Bentley turns to Vedantic Philosophy
to drown her annoyance, and discovers how hard it is to forget when you
wish to._


"When I reflect upon the small weight attaching to true worth
unsupported by personal charm, I am tempted to turn cynic."

Dr. Prue closed her bag with a snap and lifted her arms to adjust a
hatpin.

"Youth and beauty take the trick, that's a fact." Uncle Bob laughed as
if he found it a delicious comedy.

They stood before the office window. At the gate the Apartment Pigeons
were fluttering around Margaret Elizabeth, while her ladyship gravely
admonished them for some piece of mischief.

"I believe she is taming the terrors," remarked the doctor.

"She had them all in the other afternoon," said Uncle Bob, "sitting
cross-legged on the floor like little Orientals, while she told them
stories. Margaret Elizabeth can manage them!" His tone thrilled with
pride.

"Yes, and Miss Kitty Molloy will drop anything she has on hand to work