possessed; for on her way home from the pier she took Mrs. Willard to
the Amsterdam and treated her to a luncheon which nothing short of a
ten-dollar bill would pay for, after which the two went shopping,
replenishing Miss Andrews's wardrobe--most of which lay snugly stored
in the hold of the New York, and momentarily getting farther and
farther away from its fair owner--in the course of which tour Miss
Andrews expended a sum which, had Harley possessed it, would have
made it unnecessary for him to write the book he had in mind at all.

"It's good she's rich," sighed Harley. "That will make it all the
easier to have her go to Newport and attract the Count."

At the moment that Harley spoke these words to himself Mrs. Willard
and Marguerite, accompanied by Mr. Willard, entered the mansion of
the latter on Fifth Avenue. They had spent the afternoon and evening
at the Andrews apartment, arranging for its closing until the return
of Mrs. Corwin. Marguerite meanwhile was to be the guest of the
Willards.

"Next week we'll run up to Newport," said Dorothy. "The house is
ready, and Bob is going for his cruise."

Marguerite looked at her curiously for a moment.

"Did you intend to go there all along?" she asked.

"Yes--of course. Why do you ask?" returned Mrs. Willard.

"Why, that very idea came into my mind at the moment," replied
Marguerite. "I thought this afternoon I'd run up to Riverdale and