But I'll do it, Mr.Boyd, if you think it will enthrall you." "As for me," quoth Angelina Lansing, "I require a workshop to manufacture my gems.

It follows that they are no true gems at all, but shop-made paste.

Ask Lana Helmer; she is far more adept in sugaring refusals." All turned smilingly toward Lana, who shrugged her shoulders, saying carelessly: "I must decline! The Muses nine No sisters are of mine.
Must I repine Because I'm not divine, And may not versify some pretty story To prove to you my own immortal glory?
Make no mistake.

Accept; don't offer verses.
Kisses received are mercies--given, curses!" Said Boyd instantly: "A thousand poems for your couplets! Do you trade with me, Miss Helmer ?" "Let me hear your thousand first," retorted the coquette disdainfully, "ere I make up my mind to be damned." Major Parr said grimly: "With what are we others to trade, who can make no verses?
Is there not some more common form of wampum that you might consider ?" "A kind and unselfish heart is sound currency," said Lana smiling and turning her back on Boyd; which brought her to face Lois.
"Do make a toast in verse for these importunate gentlemen," she said, "and bring the last laggard to your feet." "I ?" exclaimed Lois in laughing surprise.

Then her face altered subtly.
"I may not dream to rival you in beauty.