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Peggy's eyes flashed resentfully.
Just because Howard Ailwood owned
half Of the town Of Mllwood was no
reason why his daughter should pat.
r0nixe her.
"You must come up to the festival,
cear." Betty Alilwood was saying
kindly-too kindly. Several yonng
college men wiltbe there. and I'm sure
you'll have q good time"
Then she added rather self-con-
sclously. did ! tell you Kent Wayne
was to be there -yes-the Kent Wayne
Of New, York. he is 70 interesting
and 70 devoted"
Little Peggy's Nss opened wide.
Kent Wayne, the artist ct Betty's
charity festivall
Betty smiled In anticipation - she
thought Of Kent. He would be de-
voted. Of course. and shs would stroll
carelessly about with hin. The en-
tire town Of Milwood would bs duly
Impressed.
She walked along 90 absorbed In
her thoughts that she did not see I
low. black roadster spin up the road
In the direction from which she came.
Had she seen the gray-capped, tweed.
coated driver she might have not been
90 complacent.
The athletic.lo0kins young man In
the motor had seen her. however, and
whispered fervent prayer of thanks
giving when she passed without sesing
him.
He rode slowly along enjoying the
fine spring day until be came to what
he involunfarily called Z picture Of
wistfulness." Peggy, sitting on the
steps, was thinking disconsolately Of
her scanty wardrobe.
Il suppose the Old organdie viii
have to do-and my old hat" shs
thought. 'Well, 1t least, that ID pret-
y II Il II last years"
Then she became aware Of some
one standing 1t the front gate Of the
little house and looking at her.
Brown eyes, fortified BY the smile,
looked at gray eyes. Then. his hat
10 hand, he approached and said. \
beg your pardon, Miss. but my engine
needs water badly; that ID, II won't
run without II, and I--may I have
s0mer
"Yes, certainly. Don't you want TO-
come Inf"
Wayne followed Into the long, cool
kitchen. where 1t took him an extraor.
diparily long time to get drink.
Wayne had entirely forgotten
hjs Thirsty" engine and was racking
bis brains for an excuse to linger
when there came = dull, ominous
crash. followed BY . cry from above.
Peggy started.
"Oh, my goodness what's that"
she exclaimed, entirely forsaking her
attitude Of calm dignity.
Seated on the bottom stair and gaz
Ing tearfully upon Z heartless world
rat Bobbie. aged six.
"Oh, Bobs," she gasped, @tell u how
1t happenedr
SWELL" said Bobbis, still sobbing,
I'll went to the pantry n Ill got
some jam--just q teeny, weeny bit.
Peggy. honest. . then ~"
"You what, B0bbief'
Il heard you comining n / was
afraid you'd think jam Isn't good for
little boys" said Bobbie, very inno-
Gently.
Peggy tried to look severe.
| "Wellr
1t developed that Bobbie had taken
small glass Of jam upstairs In prep
aration for lonely feast. had dropped
It over the banisters and, in panic,
had taken the quickest way down
stairs. which was not BY way Of his
feet.
Satisfied that he was not hurt,
Peggy took him into the kitchen,
waahed his face, kissed the bruise on
nis arm to make II "all well" and
sent him out to play.
Kent, now recovered, suddenly re.
membered the errand which had
brought him to Nilwood, and much
against his inclination, took his leave.
Peggy watched him out Of sight
and smiled wisely to herself a. she
thought: "Water for the engine
| wonder why he didn't give his manner
But then. be doesn't know mine.
either"
In which she was mistaken.
The day Of the festival came At
last. Peggy started out for Betty's
home.
AZ she drew near, she caught sight
Of familiar roadster at the entrance
to the Milwood grounds. She entered
the grounds and was at once carried
Of by a group Of friends TO one Of the
tables where refreshments were being
served.
Suddenly the chatter Of the girls
ceased and someone next to Peggy
whispered. "There, l0ok-Quick, Peg 4!
That's Kent Wayne, the artist"
Peggy looked, then looked again.
Il was the young man Of the roadster