"Well, as I was going to say, we must have a Little Red Chimney. The house will be broad and low," she extended her arms, "and with wings; I love wings. One of them shall have a Little Red Chimney all its own. It shall stand for our ideals. If we should be tempted to a sort of life that separates us from our fellows, it will remind us, you, that you once sat in a Candy Wagon, me, that I fell in love with a Candy Man. And I'll tell you what, speaking of the Miser. Don't you remember? It was he you meant that day when we were talking about the Fairy Godmother Society, and----" Of course the Candy Man remembered. "Then, let's organise and make him chief agent while we are gone. I know of a number of things to be done." "So do I," said the Candy Man. "There is my fellow lodger, the one I told you about, a teacher in the High School. He needs a real change this summer, he and his wife." "Oh, I am sure we can work it out," cried Margaret Elizabeth. "I am sure we can," he assented. "You see it will begin where organised charity leaves off, of necessity. Also where that can't possibly penetrate, and it will be singularly free, because secret." "Again you sound like the minutes of the first meeting," said the Candy Man. "Margaret Elizabeth!" It was Uncle Bob's voice at the door. "I hate to disturb you, but that old bore at the club wants your father's address." "You aren't disturbing. Come in and hear about the Fairy Godmother Society." "You don't mean really?" Uncle Bob stood before the hearth and looked from his niece to the Candy Man. "Indeed we do," she answered. "You see we have ten times as much money as we thought we had. So why not?" "Quite correct, as we thought we hadn't any," murmured the Candy Man. Uncle Bob rubbed his hands in delight. "I told Prue you'd do something of the sort; that you wouldn't just settle down to be ordinary rich people. But Prue says riches bring caution." Margaret Elizabeth, going to her desk for the address, laughed. "We aren't going to forget our humble beginning," she said; "and we'll act quickly before we are inured to our new estate." "But then, you know, there is another side to it," her uncle interposed, in a sudden access of prudence. "You must consider the matter carefully with an eye to the future. For instance now, there may be heirs." A silence fell. The fire crackled, and the clock ticked with unusual distinctness. Then Margaret Elizabeth spoke. "Here's the address," she said. "I'll put it in your pocket, where you can't forget it." And as she tucked it in, she added, stoutly, with a lovely deepening of the colour in her cheek: "If there are, Uncle Bob, they will be fairy god-brothers and sisters, so it will be all right." It was after the door had closed upon Uncle Bob, and Margaret Elizabeth was back on her low seat again, that the Candy Man left his chair and sat on the rug beside her. "Girl of All Others, is there any one else in the world as happy as I?" he asked.