"Why doesn't Francis ever come to see me?" she asked finally. "There are a great many things I want to know about." Pennington, whom she had asked, told her gently. "We thought--the physician thought--that he upset you a little when you were beginning to be better. He is staying away on purpose. Would you like to see him?" "Yes, I think I would," she said. "Can Peggy come talk to me?" Peggy could, of course. She came dashing up, from some sylvan nook where she had been secluded, presumably with Logan, fell on Marjorie with hearty good-will and many kisses, and demanded to know what she could do. "I--I want to see Francis and talk to him about a lot of things," said Marjorie, "and I thought perhaps if you'd get me a mirror and a little bit of powder, and----" "Say no more!" said Peggy. "I know what you want as well as if you'd told me all. I'll be out in a minute with everything in the world." She returned with her arms full of toilet things, and for fifteen minutes helped Marjorie look pretty. She finished by brushing out her hair and arranging it loosely in curls, with a big ribbon securing it, like Mary Pickford or one of her rivals. She touched Marjorie's face with a little perfume to flush it, and draped her picturesquely against the back of the long chair, with a silk shawl over her instead of the steamer rug which Mrs. O'Mara, less artistic than utilitarian, had provided. "There," she said, "you look like a doll, or an angel, or anything else out of a storybook. Now I'll get Francis." CHAPTER XII Marjorie waited, with a quietness which was only outward, for Francis. She did not even know whether he would come; she had only seen him once; he had said he was sorry for the way he had acted, and asked her to forgive him, but then it wasn't the first time he had done that. "It's getting to be just a little morning custom of his," said Marjorie to herself, trying to laugh. But she was in earnest about seeing him. Away down deep in her she was not quite sure why she wanted to. She was not angry with him--she seemed to herself past that. Of course, there were things to arrange.