I may conclude then," he went on with an odd twinkle in his eyes, "that I am merely classed with tripe and rainy days." "With--wha-at ?" "Tripe and rainy days.

Those are the only things, if I remember rightly, that you don't like." The girl stared; then she chuckled.
"There! I knew I'd like you better if you'd only SAY something," she beamed.

"But let's not talk any more about that.

Play to me; won't you?
You know you promised me 'The Maiden's Prayer.'" Cyril stiffened.
"Pardon me, but you must be mistaken," he replied coldly.

"I do not play 'The Maiden's Prayer.'" "Oh, what a shame! And I do so love it! But you play other things; I've heard you a little, and Mr.Bertram says you do--in concerts and things." "Does he ?" murmured Cyril, with a slight lifting of his eyebrows.
"There! Now off you go again all silent and horrid!" chaffed Billy.
"What have I said now?
Mr.Cyril--do you know what I think?
I believe you've got NERVES!" Billy's voice was so tragic that the man could but laugh.
"Perhaps I have, Miss Billy." "Like Miss Letty's ?" "I'm not acquainted with the lady." "Gee! wouldn't you two make a pair!" chuckled Billy unexpectedly.