She looked quite herself when the evening came and Wilbur's face brightened as he looked at her in her trailing blue with a little diamond crescent fastening a tiny blue feather in her golden fluff of hair.
"You certainly do look better," he said happily.
"I am well, you old goose," said Margaret, fastening her long blue gloves.

"You have simply been fussing over nothing as I told you." "Well, I hope I have.

You do look stunning to-night," said Wilbur, gazing at her with a pride so intense that it was almost piteous in its self-abnegation.
"Is that your stunt there on the table ?" he inquired, pointing to a long envelope.
Margaret laughed carefully, dimpling her cheeks.

"Yes," she said, and Wilbur took the envelope and put it into his pocket.

"I will carry it for you," he said.