By Lancelot Vane," he read with a rueful look.

"Mercy on me, Polly, you never told me it was a tragedy.

Oh, this is very--very sad." "But Mr.Gay, aren't all tragedies sad ?" "Oh, I confess some are comic enough in all conscience.

But that was not in my mind.

It was that any sane man should waste time in writing a tragedy.