"Yes, I guess they will," Mrs. Paget said, with her sudden radiant
smile. "Ju is so dear in her little house, and Harry's so sweet with
her," she went on with vivacity. "Daddy and I had dinner with them
Tuesday. Bruce said Rebecca was lovely with the boys,--we're going
to Julie's again sometime. I declare it's so long since we've been
anywhere without the children that we both felt funny. It was a
lovely evening."

"You're too much tied, Mother," Margaret said affectionately.

"Not now!" her mother protested radiantly. "With all my babies turning
into men and women so fast. And I'll have you all together to-morrow-
and your friend I hope, too, Mark," she added hospitably. "You had
better let him come, dear. There's a big dinner, and I always freeze
more cream than we need, anyway, because Daddy likes a plate of it
about four o'clock, if there's any left."

"Well--but there's nothing to do," Margaret protested.

"No, but dinner takes quite a while," Mrs. Paget suggested a little
doubtfully; "and we could have a nice talk on the porch, and then you
could go driving or walking. I wish there was something cool and
pleasant to do, Mark," she finished a little wistfully. "You do just
as you think best about asking him to come."

"I think I'll wire him that another time would be better," said
Margaret, slowly. "Sometime we'll regularly arrange for it."

"Well, perhaps that would be best," her mother agreed. "Some other