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pearl. Dana asked me to come out into the tree-house with him. "Subpœna Job for witness," he said. He can testify—what you have the air of forgetting, my lady—that I took the first there. Nothing can undo that."

"I wonder if anything can ever undo anything?" I said, laughing too. So I climbed up into the tree-house to please him; but I was so tired and physically wretched that I am afraid I disappointed him, and I could not stay very long. I think Dana really tried to reproduce something of the old glamour, and when he found that it was missing, he thought it was I who failed to supply the materials of romance. No wonder.

I read a story last week in which the author took upon himself to remark that the experience of prospective parentage was equally hard to husband and to wife, because, "while she bore her sufferings, he bore her complaints"! It is unnecessary to observe that this piece of fiction was written by a man. This paragraph is quite superfluous,—I believe women are superfluous by nature,—for Dana has been very kind to me to-day. I have just telephoned to Father that I am quite happy.

"Dana my Dear: I do not think it will be necessary for you to hurry home if the trip is