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“See, here’s a note from Mrs. Kirby inviting me to tea at Beechwood. She called on me soon after the term opened and invited me to tea the next week. But I had another engagement for that afternoon, so couldn’t go. Mr. Kirby is a business friend of Dad’s, and they are very nice people. The other invitation is to the annual autumn picnic of the Alpha Gammas. Now, Worth Gordon, I simply must go to that. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. But I don’t want to offend Mrs. Kirby, and I’m afraid I shall if I plead another engagement a second time. Mother will be fearfully annoyed at me in that case. Dear me, I wish there were two of me, one to go to the Alpha Gammas and one to Beechwood–Worth Gordon!”

“What’s the matter?”

“There are two of me! What’s the use of a double if not for a quandary like this! Worth, you must go to tea at Beechwood Saturday afternoon in my place. They’ll think you are my very self. They’ll never know the difference. Go and keep my place warm for me, there’s a dear.”

“Impossible,” cried Worth. “I’d never dare! They’d know there was something wrong.”

“They wouldn’t–they couldn’t. None of the Kirbys have ever seen me except Mrs. Kirby, and she only for a few minutes one evening at dusk. They don’t know I have a double and they can’t possibly suspect. Do go, Worth. Why, it’ll be a regular lark, the best little joke ever! And you’ll oblige me immensely besides. Worthie, please.”

Worth did not consent all at once; but the idea rather appealed to her for its daring and excitement. It would be a lark–just at that time Worth did not see it in any other light. Besides, she wanted to oblige Millicent, who coaxed vehemently. Finally, Worth yielded and promised Millicent that she would go to Beechwood in her place.

“You darling!” said Millicent emphatically, flying to her table to write acceptances of both invitations.

Saturday afternoon Worth got ready to keep Millicent’s engagement. “Suppose I am found out and expelled from Beechwood in disgrace,” she suggested laughingly, as she arranged her lace bertha before the glass.

“Nonsense,” said Millicent, pointing to their reflected faces. “The Kirbys can never suspect. Why, if it weren’t for the hair and the dresses, I’d hardly know myself which of those reflections belonged to which.”

“What if they begin asking me about the welfare of the various members of your family?”

“They won’t ask any but the most superficial questions. We’re not intimate enough for anything else. I’ve coached you pretty thoroughly, and I think you’ll get on all right.”

Worth’s courage carried her successfully through the ordeal of arriving at Beechwood and meeting Mrs. Kirby. She was unsuspectingly accepted as Millicent Moore, and found her impersonation of that young lady not at all difficult. No dangerous subject of conversation was introduced and nothing personal was said until Mr. Kirby came in. He looked so scrutinizingly at Worth as he shook hands with her that the latter felt her heart beating very fast. Did he suspect?

“Upon my word, Miss Moore,” he said genially, “you gave me quite a start at first. You are very like what a half-sister of mine used to be when a girl long ago. Of course the resemblance must be quite accidental.”

“Of course,” said Worth, without any very clear sense of what she was saying. Her face was uncomfortably flushed and she was glad when tea was announced.

As nothing more of an embarrassing nature was said, Worth soon recovered her self-possession and was able to enter into the conversation. She liked the Kirbys; still, under her enjoyment, she was conscious of a strange, disagreeable feeling that deepened as the evening wore on. It was not fear–she was not at all afraid of betraying herself now. It had even been easier than she had expected. Then what was it? Suddenly Worth flushed again. She knew now–it was shame. She was a guest in that house as an impostor! What she had done seemed no longer a mere joke. What would her host and hostess say if they knew? That they would never know made no difference. She herself could not forget it, and her realization of the baseness of the deception grew stronger under Mrs. Kirby’s cordial kindness.