She had forgotten to ask the name of the bank.

But the glimpse she caught of her worried face in a mirror in the hall made her pause to smooth the pucker out of it.
"It is foolish of me to let it spoil my Christmas day like this," she reasoned with herself.

"If I can't keep inflexible any better than this I don't deserve to have fortune change in my favour." So armed with the good vicar's philosophy, she went down to the group in the library.

Almost immediately she had her reward.
"Well, what did _you_ think of the offertory, Miss Mary ?" asked Stuart, who had just come in, and was listening to the account that the girls were giving Eugenia of the morning's music.

"Your sister thinks the soloist had the voice of an angel." "I'll have to confess that I didn't pay as much attention to that as I did to the first solos," said Mary honestly.