Or, yes! Yes, you must, I suppose." They made the hushing street gay with their laughter; the next evening Miss Triscoe came upon the Marches and Burnamy where they sat after supper listening to the concert at Pupp's, and thanked Mrs.March for the scissors.

Then she and Burnamy had their laugh again, and Miss Triscoe joined them, to her father's frowning mystification.

He stared round for a table; they were all taken, and he could not refuse the interest Burnamy made with the waiters to bring them one and crowd it in.

He had to ask him to sup with them, and Burnamy sat down and heard the concert through beside Miss Triscoe.
"What is so tremendously amusing in a pair of stork-scissors ?" March demanded, when his wife and he were alone.
"Why, I was wanting to tell you, dearest," she began, in a tone which he felt to be wheedling, and she told the story of the scissors.
"Look here, my dear! Didn't you promise to let this love-affair alone ?" "That was on the ship.

And besides, what would you have done, I should like to know?
Would you have refused to let him buy them for her ?" She added, carelessly, "He wants us to go to the Kurhaus ball with him." "Oh, does he!" "Yes.