CHAPTER XIII.
Desire Spence bent earnestly over the writing pad which lay open upon her knee.
"Mrs.Benis Hamilton Spence," she wrote.

And then: "Mrs.B.Hamilton Spence." And then: "Mrs.Benis H.Spence." Over this last she sucked her pencil thoughtfully.
"One more!" prompted her husband encouragingly.

"Don't decide before you inspect our full line of goods." "Initials, only, lack character," objected Desire.

"There is nothing distinctive about 'Mrs.B.H.

Spence'.