"I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to let you in for any more of it. I'm
sorry. And after you were gracious enough to come alone, too. Come, here
is to making this little party a gay one."
He held up his glass. "Here's to the shining child."
"Oh!" she cried, and drank quickly.
"Like it?"
"Not much. It burns."
"You should see your eyes."
"You should see hers."
"Whose?"
"My child's."
"Do you know what I should have done in your husband's place?"
"What?"
"Harnessed you, too, but to a moonbeam."
"I once knew a man to whom I never spoke ten words in all my life, and
yet I always imagined he might have talked to me like that--not
literally--not in terms of tin dippers."
"Of what, you queer, queer girl?"
"Now I know of whom you remind me! An old school-teacher I once had.
Odd."
"I would never have let you slip my harness through."
"And have deprived the Amusement Enterprise Company of my austere
services!"
"You've been invaluable. Ninety per cent of your judgments have been
ninety-nine per cent there!"
"Luck."
"Luck nonsense! Judgment isn't horseshoe-shaped.
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