They go only with faces like yours--very, very proud, and just a little hard." Winifred laughed as she went over to the mirror and fitted the delicate springs to the lobes of her ears.

"Oh, Bartley, that old foolishness about my being hard.

It really hurts my feelings.

But I must go down now.

People are beginning to come." Bartley drew her arm about his neck and went to the door with her.