"Divide it evenly," said Mrs. Paget, wiping her eyes and smiling.
"Yes, I know, Daddy dear, I'm an ungrateful woman! I suppose your turn
will come next, Mark, and then I don't know what I will do!"



CHAPTER IV

But Margaret's turn did not come for nearly a year. Then--in Germany
again, and lingering at a great Berlin hotel because the spring was so
beautiful, and the city so sweet with linden bloom, and especially
because there were two Americans at the hotel whose game of bridge it
pleased Mr. and Mrs. Carr-Boldt daily to hope they could match,--then
Margaret was transformed within a few hours from a merely pretty, very
dignified, perfectly contented secretary, entirely satisfied with what
she wore as long as it was suitable and fresh, into a living woman,
whose cheeks paled and flushed at nothing but her thoughts, who
laughed at herself in her mirror, loitered over her toilet trying one
gown after another, and walked half-smiling through a succession of
rosy dreams.

It all came about very simply. One of the aforementioned bridge
players wondered if Mrs. Carr-Bolt and her niece--oh, wasn't it?--her
secretary then,--would like to hear a very interesting young American
professor lecture this morning?--wondered, when they were fanning
themselves in the airy lecture-room, if they would care to meet
Professor Tension?

Margaret looked into a pair of keen, humorous eyes, answered with her
own smile Professor Tension's sudden charming one, lost her small hand