eyes, and I thought Mr. McAllister had simply waked up. People
are sometimes stiff when you first meet them. He knew who I was, for
he called me Miss Bentley. Naturally I thought it was some one I had
met--particularly when he mentioned the accident. You see, in getting
out of the machine at the Country Club a day or two before I caught
my skirt in the door and fell, striking my elbow. It didn't amount to
anything, though it hurt for a minute, but Aunt Eleanor made a great
fuss. He may have been somewhere about at the time, but I didn't meet
him. And it makes me furious," Margaret Elizabeth continued, "when
I think of his not telling me."

"Telling you that you didn't know him?" asked Uncle Bob.

"Certainly, he should have said at the very beginning, 'Miss Bentley,
you are mistaken in thinking you know me.'"

"Ha! ha!" laughed Uncle Bob.

"Now what are you laughing at?" his niece demanded. "Honestly, don't you
think he should have?" But she laughed herself.

"Well, perhaps," he owned, reflecting, however, that if Margaret
Elizabeth looked half so alluring that morning as she did now in her
grey-blue frock, with her bright hair a bit tumbled, it was asking a
good deal of human nature.

"Now, of course, Uncle Bob, this is strictly confidential. I wouldn't
have Dr. Prue know for the world. It is bad enough to have Aunt Eleanor
smiling sarcastically, though she doesn't know half. I think I have at
length quieted her, and the great Augustus is entirely mollified." She
paused to laugh again, then continued tragically, "Sympathy is what I
need now. To begin with, it was the most perfect day--the sort to make
you forget tiresome conventions."

Uncle Bob nodded. "Perhaps he forgot, too," he suggested.

Margaret Elizabeth bit her lip. "That's true. I must try to be fair.
He had nice eyes, Uncle Bob--with a twinkle in them." A smile played
over her lips, her dimple came and went. She gazed absently at the
curling flame. Suddenly she rose from her ottoman, and seated herself
bolt upright on the sofa with one of the plumpest cushions behind her.
"All the same it was inexcusable in me," she declared sternly.

"What was?" asked her uncle.

"The nonsense I talked. About a Fairy Godmother Society! No doubt he was
laughing in his sleeve all the time."

"Oh, I guess not. It sounds quite original and interesting. Have you
copyrighted the idea?"

"Uncle Bob, you are a dear. Some time I'll tell you all about it--when
I get ove