PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
haven't enough gray hairs to put in a locket! Anyway, they'll become you when they do arrive; make you look more distinguished than ever. How are all the pet charities getting on?"
"Nicely, I think. That reminds me, dear. Can you stay a moment? It's about the Milburns."
"Who are the Milburns?" asked Grordon, yawning.
"Why, my dear, I wrote you"
"Oh, yes, of course; tenth cousins or something. Somebody died, didn't they?"
"Emma Milburn. I sent flowers in your name and mine, Gordon. Then I asked Mr. Lovering to look into her affairs. I wrote you I was going to."
"Quite right. Then what?"
"Well, it seems that Emma left one child, a grown-up daughter; her name is—is Margaret, I think he said. I have his note here somewhere. Well, never mind now. I'm quite sure it was Margaret, anyhow. It seems that they were rather poor and the girl is left quite on her own resources. She is about twenty-two or three, I believe. I have never believed that my father made any promises to Thomas Millburn, Gordon,
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