“And you attend to everything just as if she weren't there? It's really too funny, isn't it, Margery? Tell Mrs. Queerington that I'll send the motor for her at five; and do see that she is properly hooked up.” Myrtella succeeded in getting herself and the box silently out of the room, but the butler passing her on the back stairs was startled by a verbal shower that was not in the least intended for him. It was as if a watering cart had suddenly and unexpectedly turned on its supply regardless of its surroundings. At five o'clock Miss Lady, very radiant and apparently in high spirits, presented herself at the Sequins'. “May I come in just for a minute?” she asked at Margery's door. “I've brought you some chrysanthemums. Uncle Jimpson brought them in from Thornwood this morning. It's too bad you aren't so well.” Margery turned admiring eyes on the bright face above her. “I'm no worse,” she said, “just disappointed. I thought I was going to have you all to myself this afternoon.” “But I didn't know you could have me! I'll run in and tell your mother.” Mrs. Sequin, who was being insinuated into a very tight gown by the sheer physical prowess of her maid, exclaimed with satisfaction as Miss Lady entered: “There, I knew it! The hat makes the costume. You are perfect! Now, remember the people I want you to be especially nice to, Mrs. Gibbs, Mrs. Marchmont--” “The silly old woman that paints her face and wears the pearls like moth balls? She drove around yesterday to tell me the name of her hairdresser. It's always the people that haven't any hair that want to have it dressed.” “Miss Lady! She is Mrs. Leslie Marchmont, the most sought after woman in town!” “I don't care, her horses look as if they had been fed on corn stalks.” “But you mustn't say such things! You must cultivate discretion. If you want me to introduce you to the right people--” “But they may not be the right people for me! Some of them are lovely, but I can't stand the affected ones, nor the ones that patronize me.” “But they won't patronize you if you are a little more reserved. There's no earthly reason for your telling them that you keep only one servant, and saying that you come from Billy-goat Hill. It's a horrid name given our beautiful hillside, by horrid people. You see, you really must cultivate more caution. You are,--what shall I say? too frank, too natural.” Miss Lady laughed. “I haven't the least idea how to go about being unnatural, but, thank heaven, I don't have to learn to-day! Margery is feeling better and is going to let me stay with her.” “That's absurd! You are all ready to go, and I want Mrs. Bartrum to see you for the first time just as you look now. Where are your gloves?” “I forgot them, but it doesn't matter, I'm not going.” “I'll send Jenkins for them at once.” Miss Lady's cheek flushed and she looked at Mrs. Sequin in perplexity, then her brow cleared.