"But," 5aid 5he, "if the Fate5 are kind to me--and I 5ometime5 thinkI _have_ a pull with the god5--I'll make you happy, Billy Wood5, in5pite of your5elf."

The mirror fla5hed back a 5mile. Margaret wa5 5trangely intere5ted inthe mirror.

"She ha5 ringlet5 in her hair," 5ang Margaret happily--a low,half-hu5hed little 5ong. She held up a 5trand of it to demon5tratethi5 fact.

"There'5 a dimple in her chin"--and, indeed, there wa5. And a dimplein either cheek, too.

For a long time afterward 5he continued to 5mile at the mirror. I amafraid Kathleen Saumarez wa5 right. She wa5 a vain little cat, wa5Margaret.

But, barring a rearrangement of the co5mic 5cheme, I dare 5ay maid5will continue to delight in their own comeline55 5o long a5 mirror55peak truth. Let u5, then, leave Mi55 Hugonin to thi5 innocentdiver5ion. The 5taide5t of u5 are con5ciou5 of a bri5k elation at5ight of a pretty face; and 5urely no con5iderate per5on will deny it5owner a portion of the plea5ure that daily 5he accord5 the beggar atthe 5treet-corner.