My God!" she moaned, "how terrible it all is! And it came so near to us to-day.

But I should not be saying this to you, played out as you are.

I am going to bed.

Good-night." She put out her hand and gripped his in warm, strong, muscular fingers.
"Thank God, yes God, if you like, you are still--still in this outer circle,"-- she broke into a laugh, but there was little mirth in her laughter--"this good old outer circle, yet awhile." "Yes," said Barry simply but very earnestly, "thank God.

It is a good world.