You don't see a face like that every day; eh, Waymark ?" Sally, her housewifery duly accomplished in the invisible regions, came back and sat by the fireside.

She had exchanged her work-a-day costume for one rather more ornate.

Noticeable was a delicate gold chain which hung about her neck, and Waymark smiled when he presently saw her take out her watch and seem to compare its time with that of the clock on the mantelpiece.

It was a wedding present from Ida.
Sally caught the smile, and almost immediately came over to a seat by Waymark; and, whilst the others were engaged in loud talk, spoke with him privately.
"Have you seen her lately ?" she asked.
"Not for some weeks," the other replied, shaking his head.
"Well, it's the queerest thing I ever knew, s'nough! But, there," she added, with an arch glance, "some men are that stupid--" Waymark laughed slightly, and again shook his head.
"All a mistake," he said.
"Yes, that's just what it is, you may depend upon it.

I more'n half believe you're telling fibs." Tumblers of whisky were soon smoking on the table, and all except Casti laughed and talked to their heart's content.