over to the window she glanced into the street. "The car hasn't
come," she exclaimed, and consulted her wrist watch. "Hurry, Babs,
you have just, time to dress and go with them."

"B-b-but I said I wouldn't go," stuttered Barbara, completely taken
by surprise.

"No matter; tell father you have changed your mind." Helen held out
her hand. "Come, to please me," and there was a world of wistful
appeal in her hazel eyes which Barbara was unable to resist.

It was not until Barbara had completed her hasty toilet and a
frantic dash downstairs in time to spring into the waiting limousine
after Margaret Brewster, that she realized she had put on one of
Helen's evening gowns and not her own.

Benjamin Clymer was standing in the vestibule of the Saratoga, where
he made his home, when the McIntyre limousine drew up, and he did
not keep them waiting, as Colonel McIntyre had predicted he would
on the drive to Clymer's apartment house.

"The clerk gave me your message when I came in, McIntyre," he
explained as the car drove off. I called up your residence and
Grimes said you were on the way here."

Barbara, tucked away in her corner of the limousine, listened to
Mrs. Brewster's animated chatter with utter lack of interest; she
wished most heartily that she had not been over-persuaded by her
sister, and had remained at home. That her father had accepted her
lame explanation and her presence in the party with unaffected