Arizona."

"You have come a long distance," he said. "And how do you like New
York--that is to say as much as you have seen of it?"

"I think it is very noisy and rather smoky, but the hotel is beautiful,
and so is this park. I haven't seen much of New York yet, but I am going
to spend the winter here."

"I quite agree with you as to the noise and smoke," said her companion,
smiling, "but New York is a pretty jolly place notwithstanding. It isn't
my home either; I am from Virginia."

"Yes, I know you are," said Marjorie, innocently. "You came here to go
to college, and your mother is with you. My cousin told us all about it
last evening at dinner."

The young man laughed outright. It was such a merry laugh that Marjorie
could not help joining in it, and after that they were excellent
friends.

"Now I wonder if you would mind telling me how your cousin obtained her
information," Marjorie's new friend said when he had recovered his
gravity. "I haven't met her, have I? What is her name?"

"Elsie Carleton. No, she hasn't met you yet, but she wants to very much.
A friend of hers has promised to introduce you if she has a chance. Your
name is Randolph, isn't it?"

"Yes, Beverly Randolph, at your service. I shall be very glad to meet
your cousin, I am sure. Perhaps you will introduce us."

"Of course I will if you like. It seems very queer not to know a person
who lives in the same house with one, but Elsie says they don't know any
of the people at the hotel. It was all so different at home."

Then Beverly Randolph asked some questions about Arizona, which set
Marjorie off on a description of the ranch, and her life there, which
lasted until they reached the Fifth Avenue entrance.

"That's the gate I came in," exclaimed Marjorie. "I wasn't so far away,
after all. Would you mind telling me what time it is?"

Beverly Randolph took out his watch.

"Ten minutes past nine," he said, looking somewhat dismayed in his turn;
"I had no idea it was so late. Luckily it is Saturday, so there are no
recitations to miss."

"O dear! I am afraid I am terribly late for breakfast," said Marjorie,
feeling very much ashamed of herself. And without another word, they
hurried across the avenue, and entered the hotel, where the very first
person Marjorie saw in the entrance hall was her uncle.

"Oh, Uncle Henry, I am so sorry to be late!" she cried remorsefully,
springing to Mr. Carleton's side. "I hope you and Aunt Julia aren't
a