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 funny?" she chuckled to herself. And even after she had said her prayers and curled herself up for the night, that irrepressible little laugh kept rising in the darkness like so many flights of a midnight lark which had ever such a rollicking story to tell.

The next day was Sunday, a day of rest from sums both great and small. But on Monday afternoon, when Charlotte strolled over to the Golf Club she had an indescribable but imminent manner, as though she were about to embark upon an important enterprise. The verandas were filled, and as soon as she could escape from the congratulations which swept upon her like an admiring tidal wave, she sought Mr. Ogilvie, sent him for their clubs, and took him to the bench near the first tee, where they could watch the players starting over the course.

"I suppose you know everybody here, Mr. Ogilvie," she said.