CHAPTER VII
The Phairs, listening to no excuses, took Charlotte home and installed her in a beautiful room overlooking the Sound—a room and a view each like a scene from fairyland.
"Some day," thought Charlotte after she had done her hair up for the night, "I shall have a house like this—when I have married my millionaire!"
She smiled a little as she said it, but she didn't smile long, because the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her Third Great Sum should be solved now or never. "I've got a chance to meet one here," she mused, meaning, of course, a millionaire; "but if I wait till I get back home"
For a long time she sat there, dreaming and thinking, even as she dreamed
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