CHAPTER XIX
The night of Larry's unexpected call upon her at the Grantham, Maggie
had pulled herself together and aided by the imposing Miss Grierson
had done her best as ingenue hostess to her pseudo-cousin, Barney, and
her pseudo-uncle, Old Jimmie, and to their quarry, Dick Sherwood, whom
they were so cautiously stalking. But when Dick had gone, and when
Miss Grierson had withdrawn to permit her charge a little visit with
her relatives, Barney had been prompt with his dissatisfaction.
"What was the matter with you to-night, Maggie?" he demanded. "You
didn't play up to your usual form."
"If you don't like the way I did it, you may get some one else,"
Maggie snapped back.
"Aw, don't get sore. If I'm stage-managing this show, I guess it's my
business to tell you how to act the part, and to tell you when you're
endangering the success of the piece by giving a poor performance."
"Maybe you'd better get some one else to take my part right now."
Maggie's tone and look were implacable. Barney moved uneasily. That
was the worst about Maggie: she wouldn't take advice from any one
unless the advice were a coincidence with or an enlargement of her own
wishes, and she was particularly temperish to-night. He hastened to
appease her.
"I guess the best of us have our off days.
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