All a woman ever spends money on is clothes!" "Eileen," chuckled John Gilman, "this sounds exactly as if we were married, and we're not, yet." "No," said Eileen, "thank heaven we're not.

If it's come to the place where you're siding with everybody else against me, and where you're more interested in what my kid sister has to say to you than you are in me, I don't think we ever shall be." Then, from stress of nerve tension and long practice, some big tears gushed up and threatened to overflow Eileen's lovely eyes.

That never should happen, for tears are salt water and they cut little rivers through even the most carefully and skillfully constructed complexion, while Eileen's was looking its worst that evening.

She hastily applied her handkerchief, and John Gilman took her into his arms; so the remainder of the evening it was as if they were not married.

But when John returned to the subject of a home and begged Eileen to announce their engagement and let him begin work, she evaded him, and put him off, and had to have time to think, and she was not ready, and there were many excuses, for none of which Gilman could see any sufficient reason.