papers run humorous columns! Only they aren't called that. They're
called Personal Notices. And such notices!" She leaned across
the table. "Listen to this: 'Dearest: Tender loving wishes to my
dear one. Only to be with you now and always. None "fairer in my
eyes."--'"

The man locked uncomfortably about him. "Hush!" he pleaded. "It
doesn't sound very nice to me."

"Nice!" cried the girl. "Oh, but it is--quite nice. And so
deliciously open and aboveboard. 'Your name is music to me. I
love you more--'"

"What do we see to-day?" put in her father hastily.

"We're going down to the City and have a look at the Temple.
Thackeray lived there once--and Oliver Goldsmith--"

"All right--the Temple it is."

"Then the Tower of London. It's full of the most romantic
associations. Especially the Bloody Tower, where those poor little
princes were murdered. Aren't you thrilled?"

"I am if you say so."

"You're a dear! I promise not to tell the people back in Texas
that you showed any interest in kings and such--if you will show
just a little. Otherwise I'll spread the awful news that you
took off your hat when King George went by."