34/45 Maisie looked at the blur, and a lunatic desire to laugh caught her by the throat. But for Dick's sake--whatever this mad blankness might mean--she must make no sign. Her voice choked with hard-held tears as she answered, still gazing at the wreck--'Oh, Dick, it is good!' He heard the little hysterical gulp and took it for tribute. 'Won't you have it, then? Ha! ha!' If she did not fly at once the laughter that was worse than tears would kill her. |