herself on an arm of the chair watching the pencil hovering over the
pages of the Social Register which her sister was turning at hazard.

"_This_ page," announced Sacharissa, "and _this_ name!" marking it with a
quick stroke.

Linda gave a stifled cry and attempted to arrest the pencil; but the
moving finger had written.

"Whom have I selected?" inquired the girl, whisking the handkerchief from
her eyes. "What are you having a fit about, Linda?"

And, looking at the page, she saw that she had marked her own name.

"We must try it again," said Destyn, hastily. "That doesn't count. Tie
her up, Linda."

"But--that wouldn't be fair," said Sacharissa, hesitating whether to take
it seriously or laugh. "We all promised, you know. I ought to abide by
what I've done."

"Don't be silly," said Linda, preparing the handkerchief and laying it
across her sister's forehead.

Sacharissa pushed it away. "I can't break my word, even to myself," she
said, laughing. "I'm not afraid of that machine."

"Do you mean to say you are willing to take silly chances?" asked Linda,
uneasily. "I believe in William's machine whether you do or not. And I
don't care to have any of the family experimented with."