She stood for a few moments ashamed perhaps, but, as usual, resolute to abide by the consequences of a fault.

When she found that my last word was spoken, her mood changed at once.
"I did not quite like to give you Velna's letters.

They are foolish, like mine; and besides----But I never supposed you would let me refuse.

What you won't make me do, I must do of my own accord." Womanly reasoning, most unlike "woman's reasons!" She brought, with unaffected alacrity, a collection of tafroo-slips whose addresses bore out her account of their character.

Taking the last from the bundle, I bade her erase its contents.
"No," she said, "that is the one I least liked to show.