I "And you won't take me to the party ?" Helene pouted charmingly as her husband laid her pink taffeta wrap over her shoulders.

"I thought you said you might make it, and it would be too delightful to dance with you once more." "I'm afraid not.

The Australian mail came in just as business closed and it's on my mind.

I want to go over it carefully before I dictate the answers in the morning, and that means two or three hours of hard work that will leave me pretty well fagged out.

Mrs.Thornton has offered to take you home." "I hate her." "Oh, please don't!" Ruyler smiled into her somber eyes.