"
Unscrupulous hussy! Margaret looked at herself in the mirror, met
her own eyes with a cynical laugh. "Well, I'm no worse than the
others," she added, half to herself. Presently she said, "Grant is
coming this afternoon. I look a fright. I must take a headache
powder and get some sleep." Her grandmother rose instantly. "Yes,
you do look badly--for you. And Arkwright has very keen eyes--
thanks to those silly women of your set who teach men things they
have no business to know." She advanced and kissed her
granddaughter graciously on top of the head. "I am glad to see my
confidence in you was not misplaced, Margaret," said she. "I could
not believe I was so utterly mistaken in judgment of character.
I'll go to your mother and take her for a drive."
CHAPTER IV.
"HE ISN'T LIKE US"
Margaret continued to sit there, her elbows on the dressing-table,
her knuckles pressing into her cheeks, the hazel eyes gazing at
their reflection in the mirror. "What is it in me," she said to
her image, "that makes me less successful at drawing men to the
point than so many girls who are no better looking than I?" And
she made an inventory of her charms that was creditably free from
vanity.
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