"By the way, what is your stunt, honey?
Did you write something ?" "Wait, until you hear," replied Margaret, and she laughed carefully again.

She gathered up the train of her blue gown and turned upon him, her blue eyes glowing with a strange fire, feverish roses on her cheeks.

"You are not to be surprised at anything to-night," she said and laughed again.
She still had a laughing expression when they were seated in Mrs.
Sturtevant's flower-scented drawing-room, a handsome room, thanks to the decorator, who was young and enthusiastic.

Margaret had duly considered the colour scheme in her choice of a gown.

The furniture was upholstered with a wisteria pattern, except a few chairs which were cane-seated, with silvered wood.