And two weeks ago to-morrow morning we were the only paper to be beaten on the Fownes will story.

Hi--you." "Happy, Cawthorne ?" Amory removed his pipe to inquire with idle indulgence.
"Am I happy ?" affirmed Little Cawthorne ecstatically in four tones, and went on with his song: "The daylight may do for the gay, The thoughtless, the heartless, the free, But there's something about the moon's ray That is sweeter to you and to me." "Did you make that up ?" inquired Amory with polite interest.
"I did if I want to," responded Little Cawthorne.

"Everything's true out here--go on, tell everything you like.

I'll believe you." St.George came out of the dark and leaned on the rail without speaking.

Sometimes he wondered if he were he at all, and he liked the doubt.