I forgot that Rita won't let me.

You see my chest is rather uncomfortable." He glanced at the clock, leaned over and gulped down some medicine, then placidly folding his hands, lay back: "How's Kelly ?" "I haven't seen him to-day, John." "Well, he ought to be here very soon.

He can take you and Rita to dinner." "I'm so sorry you can't come." "So am I." Valerie laid a cool hand on his face; he seemed slightly feverish.

Rita came in at that moment, smiled at Valerie, and went straight to Burleson's couch: "Have you taken your medicine ?" "Certainly." She glanced at the bottles.

"Men are so horridly untruthful," she remarked to Valerie; "and this great, lumbering six-footer hasn't the sense of a baby--" "I have, too!" roared John, indignantly; and Valerie laughed but Rita scarcely smiled.
"He's always working in a puddle of wet clay and he's always having colds and coughing, and there's always more or less fever," she said, looking down at the huge young fellow.