And yet the only reply she could bring herself to frame was: "I wish
I knew old Margery."

Garth's brown eyes flashed with pleasure.

"Ah, I wish you did," he said. "And I should like you to see Castle
Gleneesh. You would enjoy the view from the terrace, sheer into the
gorge, and away across the purple hills. And I think you would like
the pine woods and the moor. I say, Miss Champion, why should not
_I_ get up a 'best party' in September, and implore the duchess to
come and chaperon it? And then you could come, and any one else you
would like asked. And--and, perhaps--we might ask--the beautiful
'Stars and Stripes,' and her aunt, Mrs. Parker Bangs of Chicago; and
then we should see what Margery thought of her!"

"Delightful!" said Jane. "I would come with pleasure. And really,
Dal, I think that girl has a sweet nature. Could you do better? The
exterior is perfect, and surely the soul is there. Yes, ask us all,
and see what happens."

"I will," cried Garth, delighted. "And what will Margery think of
Mrs. Parker Bangs?"

"Never mind," said Jane decidedly. "When you marry the niece, the
aunt goes back to Chicago."

"And I wish her people were not millionaires."

"That can't be helped," said Jane. "Americans are so charming, that