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"I I think I left something there gloves " "I wonder if you would let me into Miss Clay's apartment?" she said to the beaming janitor's wife fifteen minutes later. "Miss Clay isn't here, and I left my gloves in her rooms." Something in Magsie's manner had made her feel that Magsie had good reason for keeping the name of her admirer hid.

Presently she heavily departed; her solid weight, her tinkling spangles, and her rainbow plumes vanished into the limousine, and she was whirled away. Magsie sighed; these complications were romantic. What could one do? Silent, abstracted, unsmiling, Rachael got through the days. She ate what Mary put before her, slept fairly well, answered the puzzled boys the second time they addressed her.

Let Magsie employ the arts of a schoolgirl if she would, but at least let the great Doctor Gregory perceive their absurdity! "Young Mr. Richie Gardiner seemed louche" she observed after a silence which Warren seemed willing indefinitely to prolong. "H'm!" Warren gave a short, contented laugh. "He's crazy about her, but of course to her he's only a kid," he volunteered.

Magsie was only a girl, a rather shallow and stupid girl at that, yet Warren was as excited over the arrangements for the dinner as if she had been the most important of personages. If it had been some other dinner the affair for the English ambassador, or the great London novelist, or the fascinating Frenchman who had painted Jimmy she told herself, it would have been comprehensible!

"You've got to come and make friends with a new girl." Sadie, Vi, and Tattie quitted their seats so suddenly that Magsie and Wendy, still resting on the handles, came croppers on to the grass. Wendy rolled over into a comfortable position, and did not trouble to rise. "Bunkum!" she remarked incredulously. "Don't try to rag me, Lennie Browne, for it won't come off.

The agony of helpless motherhood was not all lost upon Magsie, even though it was displayed by a large, plain woman in preposterous clothes, strangely introduced into her pretty rooms, and a most incongruous figure there. "What a SHAME!" she said warmly. "It's a shame to anyone that knew Rich as I did a few years ago," his mother said. "There wasn't a brighter nor a hardier child.

He would have telephoned Rachael had he fancied she would care to come. She had been out? That was what he thought. But how about a little dinner for Magsie? Did she think it would be awfully stupid? "No, she's not stupid," Rachael said cordially. "Let's do it!" "Oh, I don't mean stupid for us," Warren hastened to explain. "I mean stupid for her!" "Why should it be stupid for her?"

Magsie watched her hopefully, but Rachael did not speak, and the girl went on: "When I came to America I thought of you, and I listened to what everyone said of you. You had a splendid boy, named for Greg, and then another boy; you were richer and happier and more admired than ever! And Rachael I know you'll forgive me you were so much FINER than ever when I met you I saw that.

Her voice was young, too, the fact being that Magsie was frightened, and that Nature was helping her play her first big ingenue part. Rachael glanced in the darkness at Warren. He had not joined in the applause, nor did his handsome face express any pleasure.

Why can't we belong to each other! You love me and I love you; why can't we give up our work and the city and everything else, and just be happy!" "And what did Warren say?" Rachael asked in a whisper. "Oh, Rachael! That's what I've been remembering ever since!" Magsie said. "That's what made me want to come to you; I KNEW you would understand!