Barbara's heart swelled with pride - her dear and
handsome father! Then she transferred her regard to Margaret
Brewster; she had been such a satisfactory friend - why oh, why did
she wish to become her step-mother? The twins, with the unerring
instinct of womanhood, had decided ten days before that Weller's
warning to his son was timely - Mrs. Brewster was a most dangerous
widow.
"How is your sister?" inquired Clymer, breaking the silence which
had lasted nearly five minutes. He was never quite certain which
twin he was talking to, and generally solved the problem by
familiarizing himself with their mode of dress. The plan had not
always worked as the twins had a bewildering habit of exchanging
clothes, to the enjoyment of Barbara's mischief loving soul, and
the mystification of their numerous admirers.
"She is rather blue and depressed," answered Barbara. "We are both
feeling the reaction from the shock of Jimmie Turnbull's tragic
death. You must forgive me if I am a bore; I am not good company
to-night."
The arrival of the head waiter at their table interrupted Clymer's
reply.
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