so splendid?"

It was a very radiant Marjorie who presented herself at the Randolphs'
apartment an hour later, and Beverly and his mother felt fully repaid
for the kindly impulse which had prompted the invitation. The breakfast
that followed was a very pleasant one, and Marjorie chatted away to her
new friends as if she had known them all her life, and enjoyed herself
more than she had done at any time since coming to New York.

"I really didn't know how disappointed I was about not going till your
mother's note came," she said to Beverly, when breakfast was over, and
Mrs. Randolph had gone to put on her hat. "I have always longed to see a
football game. My father was on the team at Harvard."

"You seemed to take your disappointment rather cheerfully," said Beverly
with characteristic bluntness.

Marjorie blushed.

"It was just one of the things that couldn't be helped," she said
simply. "My aunt says there are some things every one has to make the
best of."

"Your aunt must be a sensible woman," remarked Mrs. Randolph, who had
returned just in time to hear Marjorie's last sentence. Thereupon
Marjorie launched forth into an account of Aunt Jessie's bravery and
cheerfulness, in which both her companions seemed interested.

Marjorie was sure she would never forget the delight of that motor ride
to New Haven. It was her first ride in an open touring car, and the
bright sunshine, the keen frosty air, and the swift motion, all combined
to render the trip a truly enjoyable one. She sat in the tonneau,
between Mrs. Randolph and the doctor, and Beverly occupied the front
seat with the chauffeur.

"It's the most heavenly motion I ever imagined," murmured Marjorie, as
they bowled swiftly out of the park and along the grand boulevard. "I
always thought riding was the most delightful thing in the world, but I
believe motoring is even better."

The doctor laughed.

"You must be an accomplished horsewoman," he said. "Beverly tells me you
have spent a good part of your life on a ranch."

"I rode my first pony before I was five, and helped Father train a colt
when I was nine," said Marjorie. "I suppose that is one reason why I
love horses so much, and can't bear to see one ill-treated."

"I have no doubt of it, but if I were you I think I would leave the
punishment of cruel drivers in future to the Society for the Prevention
of Cruelty to Animals. By the way, how is the wrist this morning?"

"Oh, it's ever so much bett