“Who was that?” she demanded of Martha.

“Mrs. Wilbur Edes,” replied her niece, and she aped Margaret to perfection as she added, “and a most charming woman, most charming.”

“What did she want you to do?” inquired the aunt.

“Now, Aunt Susan,” replied the niece, “what is the use of going over it all?  You heard every single thing she said.”

“I did hear her ask after me,” said the aunt unabashed, “and I heard you tell a lie about it.  You told her I had gone out shopping and you knew I was right in the next room.”

“I didn’t mean to have you come in and see a woman dressed like that one, in your wrapper.”

“What is the matter with my wrapper?”

Martha said nothing.

“Are you going?” asked her aunt.

“You know that too.”

“I don’t know what your Pa would say,” remarked Aunt Susan, but rather feebly, for she had a vague idea that it was her duty to accompany her niece and she was determined to shirk it.

“I don’t see how Pa can say much of anything since he is in South Mordan, Illinois, and won’t know about it, unless you telegraph, until next week,” said Martha calmly.  “Now, come along, Aunt Susan, and get dressed.  I have made up my mind to get that beautiful white silk dress we looked at yesterday.  It did not need any alteration and I think I shall buy that pearl and amethyst necklace at Tiffany’s.  I know Mrs. Edes will have an evening party and there will be gentlemen, and what is the use of my making so much money out of Hearts Astray if I don’t have a few things I want?  Hurry and get dressed.”

“I don’t see why this wrapper isn’t plenty good enough for a few errands at two or three stores,” said the aunt sulkily, but she yielded to Martha’s imperative demand that she change her wrapper for her black satin immediately.

Meantime Margaret on her way down town to the ferry was conscious of a slight consternation at what she had done.  She understood that in this young woman was a feminine element which radically differed from any which had come within her ken.  She, however, was determined to go on.  The next day invitations were issued to the Zenith Club for the following Friday, from four to six, and also one to dinner that evening to four men and five women.  She planned for Sunday an automobile ride; she was to hire the car from the Axminister garage, and a high tea afterward.  Poor Margaret did all in her power to make her scheme a success, but always she had that chilling doubt of her power.  Miss Martha Wallingford had impressed her as being a young woman capable of swift and unexpected movements.  She was rather afraid of her but she did not confess her fear to Wilbur.  When he inquired genially what kind of a girl the authoress was, she replied:  “Oh, charming, of course, but the poor child does not know how to do up her hair.”  However, when Martha arrived Thursday afternoon and