Directly she heard that laughter the tears came into her eyes.

"Didn't you like what I was saying ?" she asked.

Tears climbed down her cheekbones.
"Oh!" said Miss Ford.

"You seem to be--if not drunk--suffering from some form of hysteria." "Do you think youth is a form of hysteria ?" asked the Stranger.

"Or hunger?
Or magic?
Or--" "Oh, don't recite any more lists, for the Dear Sake!" implored Miss Ford, who had caught this rather pretty expression where she caught her laugh and most of her thoughts--from contemporary fiction.