Why, it was that half-forgotten Charm of her days in France! Half scornfully she smiled now at the memories that it brought to her. It seemed another Olwen that she remembered, poring over typewritten directions for the use of that Charm.... Fancy an Olwen who believed in that! What a simple way out of the problems of Love, to wear a mascot and to have everything happen that one could wish! This did happen to some people, Olwen mused. To Golden van Huysen it had come without the help of any talisman. Golden possessed within her all that quality of Charm of which that "inventor" claimed to have found the secret. She was one of the lucky people who hold that secret without knowing what it is.... But as for materializing it into something that might be annexed and worn----well, thought the new and more sophisticated Olwen, what had been the success of that, so far? Half laughing now, she considered it. That other, romantic little Olwen had (in her first enthusiasm!) written to that newspaper address for more of the Charm. No answer had been vouchsafed to her. Therefore her experiments had been limited to four. She had planted out her Charm upon four people: Miss Agatha Walsh, Mrs. Cartwright, little Mr. Brown, and herself. With what results? This older, wiser Olwen ticked them off now on her fingers. _One_, Agatha Walsh--successful. She had become engaged to her Gustave and was perfectly happy. _Two_, Mrs. Cartwright--unsuccessful. Absolutely nothing had happened, thought Olwen, vexedly; her friend the writer had received not one word of added attention from her Uncle, and had remained unclaimed except by that work and those boys of hers. _Three_, little Mr. Brown--more than unsuccessful. Not only had he failed to attract anybody on his own account, but he had shown symptoms of becoming attracted to a girl who didn't want him. _Four_, Herself--unsuccessful again. No results at all. You can't count as "results" two attacks of masculine dog-in-the-mangerishness, one box of chocolates, a few ragging remarks, and an evening of having one's hand held in a boat. No results.... That left one out of four cases in which the Charm had worked. _Only one out of four people lucky in Love!_ Was it so the world over? One in four meant a quarter of the people in the world!... Well, perhaps that wasn't such a very poor percentage, Olwen told herself more briskly as she gave herself a little shake out of her meditations and ran downstairs to the sitting-room, where a cup of cocoa and a plate of those neutral objects known as War-biscuits had been set ready for her by the Aunt.