I suppose it's more than you can grasp, Simmy,--you dear old simpleton." Her eyes were shining very brightly, and her cheeks were warm and rosy.

"You see, it's my husband who is being true to me.

Every wife likes to have that thing proved to her." "Quixotic," said Simmy.

"He isn't your husband, my dear." "Oh, yes, he is," said Lutie earnestly.

"Just as much as he ever was." "The law says he is not." "What are you trying to get me to say ?" "I may as well come to the point.