e you with us, and you have added greatly to our
pleasure. I hope we may have many more little trips together before the
winter is over. You know I am very fond of little girls."

Marjorie was much relieved, but her heart was not as light as it had
been all day.

"Be sure to remember me to your father when you write," were Dr.
Randolph's parting words to Marjorie, as they drew up before the big
hotel at ten o'clock that night. "Tell him he mustn't forget to look me
up when he comes to New York."

"Indeed I will," promised Marjorie; "he will be so interested. I don't
suppose--" with sudden eagerness--"that you ever go to Arizona?"

"I have never been there as yet, but nobody knows what may happen. If I
ever go to Arizona, though, I shall certainly call on my old college
friend, Donald Graham."

"Isn't your uncle a dear?" remarked Marjorie to Beverly, as her friend
was taking her upstairs to the Carletons' apartment.

"He's a brick," was the young man's hearty rejoinder. "I'm glad you like
him, for I know he likes you. He doesn't take to everybody, but he's
been awfully good to Mother and me, and he was very fond of my little
sister. Here's your door, so I'll say good-night. Hasn't it been a jolly
day?"

"It has been one of the loveliest days I've ever had," said Marjorie
earnestly. "I'm sorry Aunt Julia thought I might have been troublesome,
but your mother said I wasn't."

"Troublesome! I should say not. Don't bother about what your aunt says;
she doesn't know anything about it, and it's all nonsense, you know."

Elsie had already gone to bed, and Mr. Carleton had telegraphed that he
was taking the midnight train from Washington, and would not reach home
till the following morning. But Aunt Julia was still up and dressed, and
awaiting her niece's return.

"My dear child, how late you are," was the rather reproachful greeting.
"Do you know it is nearly half-past ten? Elsie went to bed more than an
hour ago; she was quite worn out, poor child, as indeed I am myself, but
I couldn't make up my mind to undress until I knew you were safely at
home. I am horribly afraid of those automobiles."

"I'm so sorry you worried about me, Aunt Julia," said Marjorie,
regretfully. "I think we were quite safe, though; Dr. Randolph's
chauffeur seems very careful, and they don't like going fast. I wasn't a
bit frightened."

"No, I don't suppose you were; children seldom realize danger. Sit down,
Marjorie; I want to have a litt