"What pleases you, Jack?" I asked.
"The twentieth edition," said he. "I always meant to tell when the twentieth edition was out."
"I do believe," said I, as we walked up the avenue, "I do believe that you are perfectly easy in your mind about the whole thing since you have gained your point."
"Perhaps you are right, Dick," said he. "I suddenly feel as though I had been a fool to worry about it. I am sure Miss Lamb will understand everything perfectly. I say, Dick, why didn't you tell me what a fool I was?"
"I didn't find you susceptible to hints in that direction, and one doesn't want to be brutal. But, look here, Jack. She may forgive you, but what will she think of me for making her write that letter?"
"Oh, she won't resent anything you have done!"
This was more consolatory than flattering.
"I should like to be by when the cur-
