She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures.

It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I've left it somewhere.

Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night.

What in the world have I done with them ?" She rose and began to wander about the room.

William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters--your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine.