who pampers me with extravagant luxuries.' Do you remember?"
Lucretia turned surprised eyes upon him. "Yes," she replied, puzzled, "it does end like that. I remember it does; but I really don't know where I picked up that quotation. I think it must have been out of a best-seller by the tone of it. Don't you?"
"Queer we both should remember it." He paused a moment. Then, "This house of your brother's is an impossible spot to reach from town," he broke off. "I missed the seven-fifteen train out, and had to walk a mile in the rain from the station below. When I got here ten minutes late I was in a fine sort of mood! I felt like covering eight pages of notepaper with all the forms of 'darn,' and 'dash it' that exist in the world, adding a few dozens stars and twenty exclamation points besides."
Lucretia gazed upon him wonderingly. Where, she tried to think, had she heard those words before?
"You've left out the big, black splotches of ink," she suddenly sparkled. She had forgotten all about her grotesque appearance.
"So I have!" he took up eagerly, "the size of dimes."
"No, five-cent pieces," insisted Lucretia.
