"'Ah! Love, could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire
Would not we--'"


"Let me finish it," said Jessie.


"'Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
Remould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!'"


"It's shattered all right," said Bob, crunching some glass under his
heel.

In some dungeon below the accurate ear of Mrs. Pickens, the landlady,
located the smash.

"It's that wild Mr. Babbitt coming home soused again," she said.
"And he's got such a nice little wife, too!"




THE PENDULUM


"Eighty-first street--let 'em out, please," yelled the shepherd in
blue.