Alfred Munn smiled at her, showing a row of little crooked yellow teeth. His face crackled up into a hundred pleased wrinkles. Attention from the opposite sex was as welcome to him as it was to Stella.
He drew out the chair opposite Stella, thinking, as he did so, "What have I got on for this afternoon anyhow? Only two appointments; I can cancel 'em." What he said was, as he sat down, "Where's the offspring?"
Stella thought, "Dear me! How thrilling! He's going to stay!" But out loud she said, "Just shipped her to New York."
"You alone?" Alfred Munn exclaimed. "Unattached? No string tied to you?"
Stella, pouting a little, looking pathetic on purpose, nodded. "All alone. No string. Not a thread."
Alfred Munn drew in a deep breath. Let it out audibly.
"My! This is my lucky day, I guess," he ejaculated. "We're going to have lunch together—you and I, and go to a show afterwards. Did you know it?"
Stella, casting down her eyes, and toying with the silver, shook her head. No. She didn't know it.
"Well," masterfully, "you know it now. Here, pass me that menu."
She obeyed with exaggerated docility. "Have your own way. I'm helpless when you're around. Do with me as you wish," her manner implied.
It pleased Alfred Munn. He summoned a waiter with an arrogant motion of his hand, tossed the
