"Is it wicked," she asked, "to love you so?"

"Haven't you been listening to me?" demanded Carter.

Again Dolly shook her head.

"I was watching the way you talk. When your lips move fast they do
such charming things."

"Do you know," roared Carter, "that we haven't a penny in the
world, that we have nothing in this flat to eat?"

"I still have five hats," said Dolly.

"We can't eat hats," protested Champneys.

"We can sell hats!" returned Dolly. "They cost eighty dollars
apiece!"

"When you need money," explained Carter, "I find it's just as hard
to sell a hat as to eat it."

"Twenty-seven dollars and fourteen cents," repeated Dolly. She
exclaimed remorsefully: "And you started with three thousand! What
did I do with it?"

"We both had the time of our lives with it!" said Carter stoutly.
"And that's all there is to that. Post-mortems," he pointed out,
"are useful only as guides to the future, and as our future will
never hold a second three thousand dollars, we needn't worry about