article to write--which was perfect truth--and left them alone together.

Doesn't it give you a feeling of contentment when you have done a good
action? You are permeated with a sort of glow which comes from within.
After closing the drawing-room door on Marion and George, I sat down to
work in an atmosphere of righteousness. I could almost imagine there
must be the beginnings of a faint luminous disc around my head.

The subject of the article I now began to write was 'Should Women
Propose?' Treading carefully on the delicate ground of the Woman's
Page, I decided that they must do nothing that is so utterly
unfeminine. 'But there are many subtle little ways in which a woman
can convey to a man her preference for him,' I penned, 'without for a
moment overstepping the bounds of that maidenly reticence which is one
of the charms of----'

The door opened and Elizabeth entered. Elizabeth has a way of entering
when I am most likely to lose the thread of my sentence.

'I'm fair worried about Miss Marryun,' she began.

I looked up with a start. 'What on earth do you mean?'

'Well, you see, the Signs are against 'er. They've bin against 'er for
days. Yesterday I see 'er sneeze three times to the left, an' that's
bad. Then when she put her right shoe on 'er wrong foot by accident, I
felt somethin' was comin'. But after I found two triangles an' a mouse
in 'er cup to-day I knew----'

[Illustration: A Bad Sign.]