"It's two per cent.

better than having to tell you right out who I am.

I met you three different times, Miss Allen," he reproached.
"But always in a crowd," she defended, "and I never talked with you, particularly." "Oh, well, that's easily fixed," he said.

"It's a nice night," he added, looking up appreciatively at the brightening star-sprinkle.

"Are you living on your claim now?
We can talk particularly on the way over." Miss Allen laughed and groped for a few loose hairs, found them and tucked them carefully under her hatcrown.