Oh, I know, I know, it's so wonderful here, and fresh and new, and you're quite contented and all that.

But after all, it's a city, you know--a perfectly good one, full of life--and people you'll like--old friends of Joe's." She went on in a crisp gay tone to paint the pleasures of the town.

And meanwhile glancing at Ethel she thought, "What a perfect devil she thinks me, poor child, a bold bad creature on Joe's trail--when all I want is to take her around and help her spend her money.

I need it badly enough, God knows!" At last she rose.
"I mustn't tire you.

Good-bye, dear.