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81 see. And are they very particu-
ar? Do they require certificates and
things?"
"Oh, yes. But am provided with
all those"
$50 am l." was the irrelevant re-
ply. "And you would 90 at Whitsun-
tide. Have you written yet? Do they
know your name?"
"Yes, of course. M. Percival,
signed myself" she answered, with a
look of surprise. 81 am waiting to
hear from Mrs. Lascelles whether L
have to 90 over and see her first"
"Oh, indeedr' said Margaret, very
gravely, ~ see. Well can not tell
you how glad am that you came.
suppose we must dress now. Be sure
you make yourself look very pretty,
Miss Percival."
Miss Ppcival, who had become quite
sprightlyhnder the influence of Marga-
ret's sympathy, said she would do her
oest, and tripped away. thinking:
81 wonder if Mr.. Biddulph really is
very much in love with her. never
thought he was, myself. She thinks so,
though, that is plain enough
Margaret rang her bell, and gave her
maid scant attention as she attired her
The young lady was almost entirely
free from personal vanity. She had other
faults less common to the feminine
character, and perhaps from their un-
usualness more obtrusiye and trouble
some, but from that one she was almost
wholly free. She was as little given to
being solicitous about her appearance
as is a healthy school-boy, and she had
the same frank contempt for, or, rather
carelessness about dress, and whether
it became her or otherwise, as such
n boy has. But she had keen nat
ural sense of beauty, and when she
was dressed and surveyed her own re-
Election in the long cheval glass, a
pleased smile broke over her face, and
she said to her maid, who had been her
maid since she was child:
why, Norah, look quite nice,
don't I?'
"There'll be others ready to tell you
that, Miss Darlington" was her retort,
with little sniff, as if to say: eff you
are so duh as to need such informa-
tom
Indeed, Margaret did look very beau
tiful in her sheeny dress of a curious
half green, half blue, metallic tint q
believe peacock is the technical term)
1t was a puffy, cloudy dress, and the
clouds were caught down here and there
by "strange bright birds " of small
size, but sparkling with iridescent lus-
ter, the hue OF the dress varied and in
tensitied like SO many jewels. One of
these feathered creatures was fastened
with diamond pin into her hair. Her
maid put quaint-looking fan of pea
cocks feathers into her hand, and gave
her ergloves and bracelets, with which
in her hand, Margaret went down
stairs.
The drawing-room was lighted up in
readiness for the expected company,
but was empty, save for a boy of fifteen,
who sprang up rs she came in, and adj
vanced to meet her.
"Well, Tom, what do you think?
Shall do?"
Tom stuck his hands into his pockets,
walked slowly and silently three times
round her, and at last said emphatic
ally:
"Sunning! No fellow need be
dSudlncu 10 open u bdll WITH you.
" How glad | am that | can return
the compliment" retorted Margaret,
laughing. Il really am deeply CRATE
full for your expressions of approval.
Come! Sit down on this stool, and but
ION my gloves and fasten my bracelets
for me.
Delighted with the permission, Master
Tom sat down and bungled for some
time over the process, CHANGING up
every now and then into the face above
him. Margaret harrington was his idea
of beauty and enchantment; and if he
only succeeded in expressing his wor-
ship in somewhat clumsy school-boy
fashion, it was worship all the same
And mingled with his admiration for
what he called her stunning looks ="
was the deeper appreciation OF certain
points in her character-pointsv vaguely
seen also by Mr.. Pierce, utterly un-
known to his wife. Tom was wont to
say that Margaret could not sneak
that when she said thing she meant
it-that she was not bit like girl
that (final and supreme commendation)
1t was m awful pity she was not bow