Sister Anne exclaimed indignantly.

"He did not know me!" she protested. "It quite upset him that
I should be wasting my life measuring out medicines and
making beds."

There was a shriek of disbelief and laughter.

"I told him," continued Sister Anne, "that I got forty
dollars a month, and he said I could make more as a
typewriter; and I said I preferred to be a manicurist."

"Oh, Anita!" protested the admiring chorus.

"And he was most indignant. He absolutely refused to allow me
to be a manicurist. And he asked me to take a day off with
him and let him show me New York. And he offered, as
attractions, moving-picture shows and a drive on a Fifth
Avenue bus, and feeding peanuts to the animals in the park.
And if I insisted upon a chaperon I might bring one of the
nurses. We're to meet at the soda-water fountain in the Grand
Central Station. He said, 'The day cannot begin too soon.'"

"Oh, Anita!" shrieked the chorus.

Lord Deptford, who as the newspapers had repeatedly informed
the American public, had come to the Flaggs' country-place to
try to marry Anita Flagg, was amused.

"What an awfully jolly rag!" he cried. "And what are you