Dick Treadwell was not feeling very easy. He longed for Penelope's return, yet he dreaded it, knowing that he had no progress to report in the task she had imposed upon him. He had thought she would be pleased with his conduct in regard to Dido Morgan and Maggie Williams, but when she had expressed a hope that he had not been devoting himself to girls and wasting the time that belonged to the work he had undertaken, he felt a little dubious as to the way in which she would receive any account of the part he took with the poor girls whom he wished to befriend.
Isn't the matter of likes and dislikes a strange thing?" Dick asked, when, an hour later, he and Dido Morgan were dining together. He refilled the glasses which stood by their plates. "This is very good wine, don't you think? Let me help you to some spaghetti. I have often wondered why at first
