And now you're going to be a dear, and go to this man Dwight and say what a remarkable voice I have--and tell him all my other points, and the hole I'm in and the money I have.

Don't forget that--the money I have--for my acquaintance with Mr.Dwight leads me to believe that wealth is a great inducement with him.

It makes his blue eyes twinkle so." "Very well," Nourse answered grimly.

"But when you get them twinkling, what are you going to do with him ?" "Sing with him," was her firm reply.

"And between songs _talk_ with him--of Paris and my husband, and the great ideals I have--and the delicious dinners I have--for he's fat, you know, and he loves his meals--and then ask him to come to dinner, of course." She scowled.
"That," she said severely, "is all I can tell you at present.