"I tried to talk to her yesterday--" "But you must remember, the poor child was hysterical that day when--she went on so.

She doesn't know anything about the realities of life.

She doesn't mean to be hard." "Yesterday," said Grant with an odd little smile, "she was not hysterical.

It seems that--shooting--was the last little weight that tilted the scale against me.

I don't think she ever cared two whoops for me, to tell you the truth.