u ought to. I'm positive he is very much impressed, dear."

"Really? With what?"

"With you." Eve laughed, softly.

"Carrie, you're incorrigible! You won't be satisfied until you've got me
married to some one."

"Of course I shan't. I don't intend that you shall make the mistake I
did."

"You didn't make a mistake, you dear thing. Your mistake would have been
to marry. You'd never have been contented with just one man, Carrie; you
know you think every one you meet is perfectly beautiful."'

"Because I haven't one of my very own," replied Miss Mullett,
tranquilly. "I made a great mistake in not marrying. I would have been
happier married, I'm sure. Every woman ought to have a man to look
after; it keeps her from worrying over trifles."

"Do you think I worry over trifles?" asked Eve.

"You're worrying over that story this minute."

"If I am, it's unkind of you to call my stories trifles. Please
remember that if it wasn't for the stories, such as they are, I couldn't
afford marmalade with my tea."

"And you probably couldn't afford me," said Miss Mullett, "and I guess
I'm a good deal like marmalade myself--half sweet and half bitter." Miss
Mullett laughed at the conceit.

"Anyway, dear, you don't cloy," said Eve. "But you're not like marmalade
the least bit; you're--you're like a nice currant jelly, just tart
enough to be pleasant. How's that?"

"Just so long as you don't call me a pickle I don't mind," replied the
other. Presently: "You must acknowledge that he's very attractive,
dear."

"Who?" asked Eve, coming suddenly out of her thoughts.

"Mr. Herrick. And I think he has the most wonderful voice, too; don't
you? It's so deep and--and manly."

"Carrie, if his Satanic Majesty called on us, you'd be telling me after
he'd gone how manly he looked!"

"Well, I'm not one to deny the resemblance between man and the Devil,"
responded Miss Mullett, with a chuckle. "I dare say that's why we like
them so--the men, I mean."

"Does Mr. Herrick strike you as being somewhat devilish?" inquired Eve,
idly.

"N-no, I suppose not. Not too much so, at least. I think he must be very
kind; he has such nice eyes. He's the sort of man that makes a lovely
husband."

Eve clapped her hands to her ears, laughing.

"Carrie, stop it! I refuse to listen to any more laudations of Mr.
Herrick! Think how the poor man's ears must burn!"

"Let them. He has very nice ears, Eve. Did you notice how small and
close they were?"