But--well"-- and he sighed and took her in his arms again--"I've suffered for it enough to-day." "What's that you've got in your hand ?" asked Linda.

"New gloves?
Let me see." "Oh, just a cheap pair of wash-leather ones," said Stanley humbly.

"I noticed Bell was wearing some in the coach this morning, so, as I was passing the shop, I dashed in and got myself a pair.

What are you smiling at?
You don't think it was wrong of me, do you ?" "On the con-trary, darling," said Linda, "I think it was most sensible." She pulled one of the large, pale gloves on her own fingers and looked at her hand, turning it this way and that.

She was still smiling.
Stanley wanted to say, "I was thinking of you the whole time I bought them." It was true, but for some reason he couldn't say it.