Now it was as though life ignored her, passed
her by. She felt left out, overlooked, forgotten.
Slowly she went on down the zigzag stairway to her waiting automobile.
As she entered her car, the chauffeur looked at her curiously. When she
gave him no instructions, he asked, quietly, "Home, Miss?"
She started. "Yes, Tom."
The man was in his place at the wheel when she added, "Did those
children enjoy their ride, Tom?"
"That they did, Miss--it was the treat of their lives."
Little Maggie's princess lady smiled wistfully--almost as Maggie
herself might have smiled.
As the car was moving slowly away from the foot of the old stairway,
she spoke again. "Tom!"
"Yes, Miss."
"You may drive around by the old house, please."
CHAPTER IV
PETER MARTIN AT HOME
Peter Martin, with his children, Charlie and Mary, lived in the oldest
part of Millsburgh, where the quiet streets are arched with great trees
and the modest houses, if they seem to lack in modern smartness, more
than make good the loss by their air of homelike comfort. The Martin
cottage was built in the days before the success of Adam Ward and his
new process had brought to Millsburgh the two extremes of the Flats and
the hillside estates. The little home was equally removed from the
wretched dwellings of Sam Whaley and his neighbors, on the one hand,
and from the imposing residences of Adam Ward and his circle, on the
other.
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