At the door she observed that the ground was still wet.
"Are you wearing your goloshes ?" said he, brightening.

"You must get them, Mrs.Jerry; I insist." She hesitated.

(Her room was on the third floor.) "It is very good of you to be so thoughtful of me," she said, "but----" "But I have no right to try to take care of you," he interposed in a melancholy voice.

"It is true.

Let us go." "I sha'n't be two minutes," said Mrs.Jerry, in a flutter, and went off hastily for her goloshes, while he looked fondly after her.