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 rather masterful beauty, and there was somewhat more condescension than friendliness in her first manner to Charlotte—the manner of a grand lady who might be talking to a governess. Charlotte went into her shell directly, her heart fluttering more than a little.

But that was nothing to the way it fluttered the next morning when she stepped forward to lead off the deciding game. Around them was one of the largest crowds ever assembled on an American golf course, but all that Charlotte was conscious of at first was the critical eye of Lady Salisbury.

"I wish she wouldn't stare so!" thought Charlotte, becoming more and more self-conscious every moment.

She furtively glanced around and saw that everyone else was watching her too; whereat her self-consciousness reached its climax. Her cheeks tingled; her knees started trembling.