"And smokes a long clay pipe."

"But he chews tobacco."

"Yes, isn't it a pity he will chew that nasty, smelly tobacco? But
K. D. B. will break him of that."

"Oh, is he for K. D. B.?"

"Sent by Providence!" declared Blix. "They were born for each
other. Just see, K. D. B. is a good housekeeper, and wants a
respectable middle-aged gentleman. Captain Jack is a respectable
middle-aged gentleman, and wants a good housekeeper. Oh, and
besides, I can read between the lines! I just feel they would be
congenial. If they know what's best for themselves, they would
write to each other right away."

"But wouldn't you love to be there and see them meet!" exclaimed
Condy.

"Can't we fix it up some way," said Blix, "to bring these two
together--to help them out in some way?"

Condy smote the table and jumped to his feet.

"Write to 'em!" he shouted. "Write to K. D. B. and sign it
Captain Jack, and write to Captain Jack--"

"And sign it K. D. B.," she interrupted, catching his idea.