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 the carpet with her foot and an eager little whirl of dust came hurrying out to see who was tapping. "Poor Neil!" thought Charlotte. "It's a shame—the way he's being neglected! Working hard all day and then coming home to a place like this! If I could only find a duster"

But that, of course, would never do, and Charlotte was returning to her chair by the window when she happened to look through an open door into the next room. It was a library with a marble fireplace, and a pair of andirons which were probably old when Washington was a boy. But after one look Charlotte had no eyes for the marble fireplace, nor the old andirons, nor the book-cases which lined the walls. Her glance was held, as though mesmerized, by a silver frame on the desk—a frame which held a picture of herself standing side by side with Lady Salisbury!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "So