Is there no reward for merit ?" She scorned reply to such a screed, but slid down from her perch with the remark that she had "et hearty." A man who had eaten near them in a restaurant had used the expression, and they had both promptly adopted it.
He rose, went to her side, and leaned over, and inhaled the perfume of her hair.
She looked up mischievously.

"You are a big black animal!" As already remarked, these two were very foolish.
That same evening, when Grant Harlson reached his office, he found a note awaiting him.

It was a pretty, perfumed thing, and he knew the handwriting upon it well.

He had not seen the writer for three months.
He had almost forgotten her existence, yet she had been one with whom his life had been, upon a time, closely associated.

He opened the envelope and read the note: MY DEAR GRANT: Yon know I am philosophical--for a woman--and that I have never been exacting.