You are always finding fault--and--and about Helen you misunderstand; we can say anything to each other.

I am afraid I exaggerated her annoyance.

She knew what I meant,--she said she did; she--she agreed with me, I've not a doubt!" "I always seem to blunder," Gifford said, his face stinging from the cut about friendship.

"I never seem to know how to tell the truth without giving offense--but--but, Lois, you know I think you are the best woman in the world." "You have a pretty poor idea of women, then," she responded, a lump in her throat making her voice unsteady, "but I'm sure I don't care what you think.

I have a right to say what I want to Helen." She ran out of the room, for she would not let Gifford see her cry.