I suppose you heard a lot of Headquarters gossip ?" "Oh, yes," Mills said meaningly.

"The fair and the dark are succeeding each other like leaves blown in the wind dancing in and out.

I suppose you have noticed that leaves blown in the wind have a look of happiness." "Yes," she said, "that sort of leaf is dead.

Then why shouldn't it look happy?
And so I suppose there is no uneasiness, no occasion for fears amongst the 'responsibles.'" "Upon the whole not.

Now and then a leaf seems as if it would stick.
There is for instance Madame.