all shimmering gold like the path of sunset over the June sea. And
Margaret, looking at herself in the mirror, laughed, and appeared
perfectly content with what she saw there.
"But," said she, "if the Fates are kind to me--and I sometimes think
I
have
a pull with the gods--I'll make you happy, Billy Woods, in
spite of yourself."
The mirror flashed back a smile. Margaret was strangely interested in
the mirror.