"That looks nice," he said, and he whistled in surprise.

"It's a money-draft on a bank." Kitty, whose eyes were fixed on the big, important handwriting, answered calmly and without apparently looking, as she took the paper from his hand: "Yes, it's a wedding present--five hundred dollars to buy what I like best for my home.

So she says." "Mrs.Crozier, of course." "Of course." "Well, that's magnificent.

What will you do with it ?" Kitty rose and held out her hand.

"Go back to your flying partner, happy man, and ask her what she would do with five hundred dollars if she had it." "She'd buy her lord and master a present with it, of course," he answered.
"Good-bye, Mr.Rolypoly," she responded, laughing.