nst her. She finished with a large cup of coffee, which
should have kept her awake till midnight; and lay back smiling drowsily
in her chair.

The last thing she remembered was somebody picking her up like a small
baby and carrying her out of the dining-room and up the stairs to her
own bed, and laying her down on it; and a heavy tread behind her
carrier, which must have been Mrs. O'Mara's, for a rich voice that
belonged to it had said, "Shure it's a lovely sight, yer carryin' her
around like a child. It's the lovely pair yez make, Mr. Francis!" And
then she remembered a tightening of arms around her for an instant,
before she was laid carefully on her own cot and left alone.

Mrs. O'Mara undressed her and put her to bed, she told her next
morning; but Marjorie remembered nothing at all of that. All she knew
was that the lady's voice, raised to say that it was time to get up,
wakened her about eight next day.

It is always harder to face any situation in the morning. And
theoretically Marjorie's situation was a great deal to face. Here she
was alone, penniless, at the mercy of a determined young man and his
devoted myrmidons--whatever myrmidons were. Marjorie had always heard
of them in connections like these, and rather liked the name. Mr.
Logan was imminent at any moment, and a great deal of disagreeableness
might be looked for when he turned up and had it out with Francis.
Altogether the Sabine lady felt that she ought to be in a state of
panic terror. But she had slept well,--it was an excellent cot--the
air was heavenly bracing, Mrs. O'Mara was a joy to think of, with her
brogue and her affectionate nature, and altogether Marjorie Ellison
found herself wondering hungrily what there would be for breakfast, and
dressing in a hurry so that she could go down and eat it.

Peggy, rosy and exuberant, rushed at her and kissed her when she got to
the foot of the stairs.

"Oh, isn't it lovely to think you're here, and I've got somebody to
have fun with, and Francis has to be out a lot of the time? Do you
like to dance? There's a French-Canadian family down the road, two
girls and three boys, and seven or eight other men out working with
Francis, and under him, and if you only say you like to dance I'll
telephone them to-night. Mother said I was too young to dance--and me
three years learning at the convent!--but with you here sure she can't
say a word. Oh, do say you'll have a little dance to-night! Franci