She unclosed her eyes when Kathleen opened the door for a preliminary survey, and the others filed solemnly in.
"Hello," she said faintly, and smiled at Duane.
"How goes it, Sis ?" asked her brother affectionately, shouldering Duane aside.
"A little sleepy, but all right.

Why on earth did you send for Dr.
Bailey?
It was horribly expensive." "Duane did," said her brother briefly.

"He was scared blue." Her eyes rested on her lover, indulgent, dreamily humorous.
"Such expensive habits," she murmured, "when everybody is economising.
Kathleen, dear, he needs schooling.

You and Mr.Tappan ought to take him in hand and cultiwate him good and hard!" Scott, who had been wandering around his sister's room with innate masculine curiosity concerning the mysteries of intimate femininity, came upon a sketch of Duane's--the colour not entirely dry yet.
"It's Sis!" he exclaimed in unfeigned approval.

"Lord, but you've made her a good-looker, Duane.