Then he lifted it to his lips and said: "Since our sweethearts have disappointed us, may we not console ourselves with each other ?" He placed his arm around the girl's waist and drew her yielding form toward him.

Dorothy, unobserved by John, removed the false beard and moustachio, and when John put his arm about her waist and leaned forward to kiss the fair accommodating neighbor she could restrain her tears no longer and said:-- "That would be no consolation for me, John; that would be no consolation for me.

How can you?
How can you ?" She rose to her feet and covered her face with her hands in a paroxysm of weeping.

John, too, sprang to his feet, you may be sure.

"Dorothy! God help me! I am the king of fools.