humorous confession that she was indeed "on to" him. "I like you,"
he said graciously.

"I don't know that I can say the same of you," replied she, no
answering smile in her eyes or upon her lips, but a seriousness
far more flattering.

"That's right!" exclaimed he. "Frankness--absolute frankness. You
are the only intelligent woman I have met here who seems to have
any sweetness left in her."

"Sweetness? This is a strange place to look for sweetness. One
might as well expect to find it in a crowd of boys scrapping for
pennies, or in a pack of hounds chasing a fox."

"But that isn't all of life," protested Craig.

"It's all of life among our sort of people--the ambitious socially
and otherwise."

Josh beamed upon her admiringly. "You'll do," approved he. "We
shall be friends. We ARE friends."

The gently satiric smile her face had borne as she was talking
became personal to him. "You are confident," said she.

He nodded emphatically. "I am. I always get what I want."

"I'm sorry to say I don't. But I can say that at least I never
take what I don't want."