Grief frowned deeper.

Pennoyer was evidently searching his mind for a plan.
Florinda took the cigarette from between her lips that she might grin with greater freedom.
"We might throw Purple out," said Grief, with an inspired air.

"That would stop all this discussion." "You!" said Sanderson furiously.

"You can't keep serious a minute.

If you didn't have us to take care of you, you wouldn't even know when they threw you out into the street." "Wouldn't I ?" said Grief.
"Well, look here," interposed Florinda, "I'm going home unless you can be more interesting.