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The Golden Chance
His gaze was fixed on the broad staircase.
Mrs. Hillary sat down on a rickety chair, quite out of breath, for she had rattled off her story with few stops.
A hundred dollars ! It was a tempting sum in Mary's circumstances. She tried hard to say no, but Mrs. Hillary finally had her way, and hope beat high in her breast as she hurried the girl to the taxicab waiting in the street below.
'"You looked lovely last night, my dear," said Mrs. Hillary after they were settled in the cab; "but this afternoon I have planned for you a frock of the simplest of blue serge models. It may need a little altering, but Cecile will fix that — Cecile and you, if you want to assume the double role of seamstress and guest."
She laughed merrily, and Mary caught the infection and smiled, too.
"Thats* right ; don't take the matter so seriously," encouraged the elder lady. "It's to be just a joke for you. But you are to gladden the eyes of Mr. Manning, and you will do it, with this trim serge suit and a little blue poke that wre are going to fasten over your glorious hair. Then we will take a motor trip, and maybe dine somewhere,
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and this evening I will have a few other frie-nds at the house to meet our young millionaire and make things pleasant for him. Now that's the program."
Mrs. Hillary's program was carried out exactly as she had planned. Mr. Manning was duly impressed with the blue serge, and" it is safe to say that no automobile trip was ever so enjovable to him as the one he took that afternoon sandwiched between the lovelv Mary Denby and the happy Mrs. Hillary.
They had an early dinner at Casby's tavern in Tarrytown, and hurried back to dress for the reception.
Cecile was putting the final touches to Mary's evening gown in the guest room allotted to the girl, when Mrs. Hillary, resplendent in a Parisian creation of old rose, pronouncedly decollete, came in.
She put her arms round the girl's waist, and gave her a little hug.