You----" "Oh, don't begin it all over again," cries she, with delightful _verve_.

"Why should you scold me, or I scold you?
Scolding is very nasty, like medicine." She makes a little face.

"And, you know, before we married we arranged everything." "Before ?" "Yes, before, of course.

Well--good-night!" "No; don't go.

Tell me what it was we arranged before our marriage ?" Rylton has drawn a chair for her towards the fire that is lighting in his grate, and now sinks into another.
"It's awfully late, isn't it ?" says Tita, with a yawn, "but I'll stay a minute or two.