She sees herself a great new woman with a career.

But wait till the present flare-up subsides, till the newspapers all drop her and she is thoroughly tired out.

Until then, remember, we keep our hands off." "Do you think you can ?" asked Roger, with a little glimmer of hope.
"I ?" she retorted.

"Most certainly! I mean to leave her alone absolutely--until she comes to me herself.

When she does, we'll know it's time to begin." * * * * * "I'm afraid Edith is hurt about something," said Deborah to her father, about a month after this little talk.