don't deny she had the right
to) I would rather she had taken some other way than--than to ignore
such a letter. I waited for an answer to that letter until quarter-past
five. I just caught the 5.40 train and went to my aunt's house, the
one--you know my uncle died the other day--I have been there ever since.
By-the-way, Mrs. Price, if anything else comes up, and if you have
any messages for me, I shall be greatly obliged if you will take my
address."

He handed me his card with an up-town street and number, and I snapped
it into the inner pocket of my wallet.

"Do you think," demanded Harry Goward, outright, "that she will ever
forgive me, REALLY forgive me?"

"That is for you to find out," I answered, smiling comfortably; for I
could not possibly have Harry think that any of us--even an unpopular
elder sister--could be there to fling Peggy at the young man's head.
"That is between you and Peggy."

"When shall you get home with that letter?" demanded Harry.

"Ask my husband. At a guess, I should say tomorrow."

"Perhaps I had better wait until she has read the letter," mused the
boy. "Don't you think so, Mrs. Price?"

"I don't think anything about it. I will not take any responsibility
about it. I have got the letter officially addressed, and there my
errand ends."

"You see, I want to do the best thing," urged Harry Goward. "And so much
has happened since I wrote that letter--and when you come to think that
she has never read it--"

"I will mail it to her," I said, suddenly. "I will enclose it with a
line and get it off by special delivery this noon."

"It might not reach her," suggested Harry, pessimistically. "Everything
seems to go wrong in this affair."

"Would you prefer to send it yourself?" I asked.

Harry Goward shook his head.

"I would rather wait till she has read it. I feel, under the
circumstances, that I owe that to her."

Now, at that critical moment, a wide figure darkened the entrance of the
writing-room, and, plumping down solidly at another table, spread out a
fat, ring-laden hand and began to write a laborious letter. It was the
lady with the three chins. But the girl with the poodle did not put
in an appearance. I learned afterward that the dog rule of "The Happy
Family" admitted of no permits.

Harry Goward and I parted abruptly but pleasantly, and he earnestly
requested the privilege of being permitted to call upon me to-morrow
morning.

I mailed the letter to Peggy by spec