"Never mind, dear," he said, "when she gets her chance to do her to-morrow's stunt at your club, she will be all right." Margaret shivered a little.

She had dared say nothing to Martha about that "stunt." Was it possible that she was making a horrible mistake?
The next day, Martha was still sulky but she did not, as Margaret feared, announce her intention of returning at once to New York.
Margaret said quite casually that she had invited a few of the brightest and most interesting people in Fairbridge to meet her that afternoon and Martha became curious, although still resentful, and made no motion to leave.

She, however, resolved to make no further mistakes as to costume, and just as the first tide of the Zenith Club broke over Margaret's threshold, she appeared clad in one of her South Mordan, Illinois, gowns.

It was one which she had tucked into her trunk in view of foul weather.

It was a hideous thing made from two old gowns.