Women are never grateful, my dear, except when they are very ill-treated.

Mercury, whom we were talking of, gave them, among other gifts, a dog's heart." Bebee felt bewildered; she did not reason about it, but the idle, shallow, cynical tone pained her by its levity and its unlikeness to the sweet, still, gray summer evening.
"Why are you in such a hurry ?" he pursued.

"The night is cool, and it is only seven o'clock.

I will walk part of the way with you." "I am in a hurry because I have Annemie's patterns to do," said Bebee, glad that he spoke of a thing that she knew how to answer.

"You see, Annemie's hand shakes and her eyes are dim, and she pricks the pattern all awry and never perceives it; it would break her heart if one showed her so, but the Baes would not take them as they are; they are of no use at all.