for Mary. Becky gave Mary
another dress out of a lot she had down from New York. It is yellow
organdie, made by hand and with little embroidered scallops."

Madge knew the house which made a specialty of those organdie gowns
with embroidered scallops, and she knew the price.

"But how does--Becky manage to have such lovely things?"

"Oh, she's rich," Mrs. Flippin was rocking comfortably. "You would
never know it, and nobody thinks of it much. But she's got money.
From her grandmother. And there was something in the will about having
her live out of the world as long as she could. That's why they sent
her to a convent and kept her down here as much as possible. She ain't
ever seemed to care for clothes. She could always have had anything
she wanted, but she ain't cared. She told Mary that she had a sudden
notion to have some pretty things, and she sent for them, and it was
lucky for Mary that she did. She couldn't have gone to this ball, for
there wasn't any time to get anything made. Mr. Flippin and I are
going to buy her some nice things when she goes to Richmond. But they
won't be like the things that Becky gets, of course."

Madge, listening to further details of the Meredith fortunes, wondered
how much of this Georgie knew. "Becky's mother died when she was five,
and her father two years later," Mrs. Flippin was saying. "She might
have been spoiled to death if she had been brought up as some children
are. But she has spent her winters at the convent with Sister Loretto,
and she's never worn much of anything but the uniform of the school.
You wouldn't think that she had any money to see her, would you, Miss
MacVeigh?"

"No, you wouldn't," said Madge, truthfully.

It was after nine o'clock--a warm night--with no sound but the ticking
of the clock and the insistent hum of locusts.

"Mrs. Flippin," said Madge, "I wish you'd call up Hamilton Hill and ask
for Mr. Dalton, and tell him that Miss MacVeigh would like to have him
come and see her if he has nothing else on hand."

Mrs. Flippin looked her astonishment. "To-night?"

"Oh, I am not going to receive him this way," Madge reassured her. "If
he can come, I'll get nurse to dress me and make me comfy in the
sitting-room."

Having ascertained that Dalton would be over at once, the nurse was
called, and Madge was made ready. It was a rather high-handed
proceeding, and both Mrs. Flippin and the nurse stood aghast.

The nurse protested. "You