given her, Daisy did as she was bid.

"Why, I declare, you are younger than I am!" cried Eve, impulsively.
"We were all expecting to see a wrinkled, dried-up old maid. Why,
you'd make a much better companion for me than for mother."

"E--v--e!" cried the elder Miss Glenn, severely, "be kind enough to
leave the room."

"I sha'n't go one step until I have had my say out," cried Eve,
planting herself firmly down on a hassock in the middle of the floor.
"Nobody likes me because I'm rude and free-spoken," declared Eve,
addressing Daisy; "but I believe in letting people know just what I am
to begin with. I'm not one of these sleek, smooth, tigery creatures
that hide their claws under velvet-paws. We are three model sisters,"
she went on, recklessly; "we have tremendous spats--when we are here
alone; but if a visitor happens in we all sit with our arms around one
another, 'just to have the appearance' of affection, you know."

The elder Miss Glenn arose with dignity, motioning Daisy to follow
her.

"Papa will see you later, Eve, dear," she said, with a baleful glitter
in her sloe-black eyes; and as Daisy followed her she could not help
but compare her with Pluma Hurlhurst, with that treacherous, mocking
smile playing about her full, red lips--and quite unconsciously poor
little Daisy fell to thinking.

"Rex will go back to Pluma Hurlhurst now," she thought, with a bitter
sigh. "He has cast me out of his life; he will go back and marry
her."

Poor, innocent Daisy, how little she knew of life or the insurmountable
barrier which lay between the haughty, scheming heiress and Rex--her
husband!

"I was asking you if you resided in Elmwood, Miss Brooks," said Bess,
raising her voice. "I have asked you twice."

"I beg your pardon; please forgive me," said Daisy, flushing
painfully. "I--I was not aware you had spoken. No, I lived near
Elmwood--between there and Baltimore."

Daisy was sorely afraid Miss Glenn would ask her to name the exact
location. She did not, however, much to Daisy's relief. By this time
they had reached the door of Mrs. Glenn's room, and as it was
slightly ajar Bessie pushed it open without further ceremony and
entered.

"Has Miss Brooks come yet?" asked a thin, querulous voice.

"Yes," answered Bessie; "here she is, mamma."

The room was so dark Daisy could scarcely distinguish the different
objects for a moment or so. She saw, however, a dark figure on a couch
and a white jeweled hand waving a