Her eyes glistened, and she looked at him proudly as she said:- "Ain't it grand, you writin' those sort of things." "Yes, yes," he demanded impatiently.

"But the story--how did you like it ?" "Just grand," was the reply.

"Just grand, an' thrilling, too.

I was all worked up." He could see that her mind was not clear.

The perplexity was strong in her good-natured face.