afternoon. There was the usual detention at the Y.M.C.A. corner, and
Margaret Elizabeth looked out and almost into the Candy Wagon before she
knew it. But there was no cause for alarm. Beneath the white cap of the
Candy Man shone the round Irish countenance of Tim Malone.

Was it Tim after all who had viewed her triumphal walk down the avenue?
The question brought not a hint of a smile to Miss Bentley's lips; and
this was a very grave symptom.

If Uncle Bob had been within reach! But he wasn't. He had run down to
Florida to look after his orange grove, and Dr. Prue was up to her eyes
in grip cases. There was every reason why Margaret Elizabeth should stay
on at Pennington Park.

So the Little Red Chimney had no chance to get in its work. In vain
Virginia looked from the dining-room window for its curling smoke. In
vain did the invalid sister of Miss Kitty, the dressmaker, dream of the
beautiful young lady who brought her roses. In vain did the postman and
the market-man inquire of Nancy when Miss Bentley was coming back. To
the Miser alone, who from his study window had also noted the deadness
of the Little Red Chimney, was the privilege of a word with the
enchantress accorded. It came about through Mrs. Gerrard Pennington's
interest in the furnishing of the new quarters of the Colonial Dames.

Hearing of a desirable print owned by Mr. Knight, which it was
understood he might be induced to part with, she drove thither to
canvass the matter, accompanied by her niece. On the way they picked
up Augustus, who knew nothing of prints, but was pleased to join the
expedition.