her being in revolt, she went into the sitting-room.

This was Alexandra's responsibility, after all, she said to herself.
And, after a moment's indecision, she decided to telephone her
daughter at the Burning Woods Club.

"Hello, Mother," said Alexandra, when a page had duly informed her
that she was wanted at the telephone. Her voice sounded a little
tired, faintly impatient. "What is it, Mother?"

"Why, I ought to go to Mary Bell's tea, dearie, and I wanted just to
look in at the Athenaeum--" Mrs. Salisbury began, a little
inconsequently. "How soon do you expect to be home?" she broke off
to ask.

"I don't know," said Sandy lifelessly.

"Are you coming back with Owen?"

"No," Sandy said, in the same tone. "I'll come back with the
Prichards, I guess, or with one of the girls. Owen and the Brice boy
are taking Miss Satterlee for a little spin up around Feather Rock."

"Miss WHO?" But Mrs. Salisbury knew very well who Miss Satterlee
was. A pretty and pert and rowdyish little dancer, she had managed
to captivate one or two of the prominent matrons of the club, and
was much in evidence there, to the great discomfort of the more
conservative Sandy and her intimates.

Now Sandy's mother ended the conversation with a few very casual