Mrs. Spring Fragrance, "my husband desired me to wear the American dress. I protested and declared that never would I so appear. But one day he brought home a gown fit for a fairy, and ever since then I have worn and adored the American dress."
"Mrs. Spring Fragrance," declared young Carman, "your argument is incontrovertible."
II
𝔸 YOUNG man with a determined set to his shoulders stood outside the door of a little cottage perched upon a bluff overlooking the Sound. The chill sea air was sweet with the scent of roses, and he drew in a deep breath of inspiration before he knocked.
"Are you not surprised to see me?" he inquired of the young person who opened the door.
"Not at all," replied the young person demurely.
He gave her a quick almost fierce look. At their last parting he had declared that he would not come again unless she requested him, and that she assuredly had not done.
"I wish I could make you feel," said he;
She laughed—a pretty infectious laugh
