exclaimed. "I know when to stop."

The next morning they took breakfast on the tiny terrace of a
restaurant overlooking Bryant Park, where, during the first days of
their honeymoon, they had always breakfasted. For sentimental
reasons they now revisited it. But Dolly was eager to return at
once to the flat and pack, and Carter seemed distraught. He
explained that he had had a bad night.

"I'm so sorry," sympathized Dolly, "but to-night you will have a
fine sleep going up the Sound. Any more nightmares?" she asked.

"Nightmares!" exploded Carter fiercely. "Nightmares they certainly
were! I dreamt two of the nightmares won! I saw them, all night,
just as I saw Dromedary, Her Highness and Glowworm, winning,
winning, winning!"

"Those were the horses you spoke about last night," said Dolly
severely. "After so wonderful a day, of course you dreamt of
racing, and those two horses were in your mind. That's the
explanation."

They returned to the flat and began, industriously, to pack. About
twelve o'clock Carter, coming suddenly into the bedroom where Dolly
was alone, found her reading the MORNING TELEGRAPH. It was open at
the racing page of "past performances."

She dropped the paper guiltily. Carter kicked a hat-box out of his
way and sat down on a trunk.