the dark young man kiss her good-night, she sometimes said to herself that Napoleon was right. Napoleon, you remember, remarked that Love causes more unhappiness than anything else in the world. And then she would turn to her typewriter, and put under "Puzzled's" inquiry:
No, "Puzzled," do not let him kiss you unless you are betrothed. If any one is a "bum sport" it is he for wanting to do so. If he "always kisses the girls good-night when he has had a good time," he is not your sort. A man that does not respect a girl before marriage will certainly not respect her afterward.
After she had typed these replies she always hastily took the paper out of her typewriter and tucked it away in her desk. She did not like the idea of Mr. Sikes coming in and reading it over her shoulder, as he had done once. That was the time she had used the quotation "Pains of Love are sweeter far than all other pleasures are" in answering "Desolate." The managing editor had repeated the verse in a way that both angered and alarmed her.
This particular morning, among the other letters was one that interested her both by the straightforward simplicity of its statement and by the clear, vigorous handwriting on sensible plain notepaper. It ran thus:
