I want to make you miserable by reminding you how disgracefully unmoral we are, here in your studio together at three in the morning--" She stretched out a slim, white ringless hand, and lifted the third finger for his inspection: "Not a sign of a ring! Shame!" She turned her pretty, daring face to his, eyes sparkling with audacity: "Besides, I'm not going back to-night." He said tranquilly: "I should think not." "I mean it, Kelly, I simply won't go.

And you may ring up the police and every ambulance in town--and the fire department--" "I've done it," he said, "but the fire department refuses to put you out....

You don't mean to say you've finished!--after fasting all day like a little idiot," he exclaimed as she sprang to her feet and pushed away her chair.
"I have.

I am _not_ an anaconda!" ...

She passed swiftly into the outer room where her own toilet necessaries were always ready, and presently came back, leisurely, her hands behind her back, sauntering toward, him with a provoking smile edging her lips: [Illustration: "'Yes,' she said, 'it is really great.'"] "You may retire when you like, Kelly, and tie your red cotton night-cap under your chin.