He didn't want to do it at all, so I really had to pay him very high--I gave him a suit of Perry's evening clothes.

It's the ambition of his life, you know, to look like Perry." "How under heaven did he manage it ?" persisted Susie.

"The smoke, I mean, not the resemblance." "There are a good many lamps about the house and we brought them all in, every one.

The butler warned me it was dangerous, but I assured him I was desperate.

That settled it--that and the evening clothes--and by the time Perry returned the room was like an extinct volcano." "And he never found out ?" asked Susie, as the callers rose to go.
"Found out! My dear, do you really give him credit for feminine penetration?
Well, if you will go--good-bye--and--oh--don't look at my gown to-morrow night or you'll turn blue with envy," then, as Trent started to follow the retreating visitors, she detained him by a gesture.