have seemed further away from the Candy Man than ancient Hindoo
Philosophy? And into this she plunged to drown her annoyance, and
incidentally help a fellow member of the Tuesday Club. Margaret
Elizabeth was ever ready to fill in a breach, and when Miss Allen came
to her in despair, having been positively forbidden to use her eyes,
she obligingly agreed to help her.

The subject grew, as all subjects have a way of doing. It was a
providential ordering, Uncle Bob remarked, enabling the writers of
papers to take refuge from criticism in the impressive statement that
it is impossible to treat of the matter adequately in so short a space.
Margaret Elizabeth laughed, and crossed out a paragraph at the bottom of
her first page, and then set out for the Public Library.

Seated in the Reference Room, with more books than she could read in a
year on the table before her, behold Miss Bentley presently inconsolable
for lack of a certain authority she chanced to remember in the college
library at home. The whole force of the Reference Room mourned with her,
for Margaret Elizabeth in the part of earnest student was no less
captivating than in her other roles.

"I know where there is a copy," said the youngest and wisest of the
force, "but it won't do you any good. Mr. Knight, the man the children
call the Miser, has one."

"I'll go and ask him to let me see it. I'd like to know a real live
miser." Margaret Elizabeth closed the book she had in hand and rose.

The force gasped at her temerity. They had heard he was a horrid old
man; but the youngest observed wisely that probably he wouldn't bite.