ently into his
face. "You have sold out to the Break Neck Light and Power Company."

"How in the world did you know that?" Mr. Sinclair asked in surprise.
"Why, I thought it was a dead secret."

"So it was in a way," Margaret smilingly replied. "But, you see, I am
supposed to know a little of what is going on."

"And your father told you about it, did he?"

"Yes. I have known for some time that he was hoping you would sell
out, and thus avoid trouble."

"Is it possible, Father," Lois asked, "that you have sold out all your
interest in the City Light and Power Company?"

"We've all sold out, and at such a figure that we are much satisfied."

"Oh, I am so glad," and Margaret clasped her hands before her. "I was
afraid that there might be trouble between you and father, and I did
not want that."

"There is no danger of that now," Mr. Sinclair replied, "though there
was at one time. I never believed that the matter could be so
satisfactorily arranged, for I had no idea that the new company would
be willing to come to our terms."

Margaret said nothing more, and while the others talked she took no
part in the conversation. She very well knew why the matter had been
so amicably settled, and she smiled to herself as she thought of the
several long conversations she and her father had had together. But
for her interference nothing would have been done, she was well aware
of that. She remembered how stubborn her father had been when she
first suggested the idea to him. But after he had considered it most
carefully he realised what a good business proposition it would be.

"I believe Margaret is getting home-sick," Dick remarked.

"Why, what makes you think that?" she asked, somewhat startled by the
question.

"Because you are so quiet. You haven't said a word for the last five
minutes."

"She hasn't had much chance," Lois laughingly replied. "You have been
doing most of the talking, Dick."

"Have I?" and the young man opened his eyes wide in apparent amazement.
"But I am going to be silent now and let Margaret tell my fortune. She
is a dandy at that," and he handed over his cup as he spoke.

"Oh, I have told your fortune so often," was the reply, "that it is
getting to be an old story now."

"Won't you tell me mine?" Jasper asked, passing his cup. "I should
like to know what's in store for me."

Margaret took the cup in her hand and gazed at it thoughtfully for a
few seconds.

"Do you really