I'm not very happy, though, to-night, either." "What's the matter ?" he asked, cheeringly, the rumble of the traffic destroying the carrying-power of their voices.

He leaned toward her, very anxious to solve any difficulty which might confront her, perfectly willing to ensnare her by kindness.

"Isn't there something I can do?
We're going now for a long ride to the pavilion in Jackson Park, and then, after dinner, we'll come back by moonlight.

Won't that be nice?
You must be smiling now and like yourself--happy.

You have no reason to be otherwise that I know of.