ot any,
thank you,' isn't the right reply to 'Please give me the salt.'"

"She's in love," said the Major, a gallant in his day.

Cally, handing the salt to Hen, said: "I am, indeed,--with Looloo. Don't
you notice that she's getting prettier every day?"

Looloo, fair as a lily, proved that blushes made her prettier still; the
Major said finely, "Praise from Sir Hubert"; and Aunt Molly, giving the
same truth a sound wholesome turn, observed that Loo needn't get set up,
for she'd never be as pretty as Cally, no matter how she improved.

Cousin Martha's remark was: "But to go back to what I was saying, Cally.
That Wednesday night was the worst I ever spent...."

And Cally felt apologetic to her poor relative to-day, a good deal
ashamed before her. Her sudden impulse had been to ask papa's old cousin
to come and stay in one of the four spare rooms at home (thus permitting
Chas to come down from the Cooney attic); but she had had to put that
impulse down. The Heths had not built walls around their little island
for nothing....

They were in the limousine, she and Hen, driving down to Saltman's. Hen
said she would be delighted to come in that evening, and play bridge
with Uncle Thornton. She was a player of known merits, rather famous for
successes with hare-brained no-trumpers. And Cally, thinking what man
she should ask for Hen, discovered suddenly that her thought was going
much beyond a table of bridge to-night; that what she was really
planning was to marry her cousin off this year. And she found herself
searching about for somebody very nice for Hen, very desirable.

"Oh, by the bye," she said, presently--"I was just thinking--do you
remember that corduroy suit I had last year--striped gray, with a
Russian blouse?"

Hen, it seemed, remembered this suit perfectly. And Cally said no
wonder, since she had worn it till she would be ashamed to be caught
in it again.

"I was wondering," said she, "if you could make it do for anything, Hen.
It would honestly be a favor if you'd take it off my hands."

Henrietta swept on her a look of incredulous delight.

"Cally!... Why, you good old bluffer! You know perfectly well that
suit's a beauty, as good as new--"

"No, oh, no! Indeed, it isn't," said Cally, quite eagerly. "You've
forgotten--it's worn, oh, quite badly worn. I'll show you to-night when
you come. And then you'd have to cut it down, too.... Only you mustn't
ever wear it around me, Hen, I'm really so sick of