"The understanding was that we were to win.

You lost, and that ended the bargain.

I should have shared the losses.

I haven't forgiven you for that yet, you know." "How ungallant that would make me!" he said, smilingly, as he trifled with the long, thin, lacquered case.

"You wouldn't want to make me ungallant, would you?
Be a good fellow--a good sport, as they say.
Guess, and it's yours." Aileen pursed her lips at this ardent entreaty.
"Oh, I don't mind guessing," she commented, superiorly, "though I sha'n't take it.