again--

A day or two later she told Martin kindly and steadily that she
thought it had all "been a mistake." She told him that she thought
the only dignified thing to do was to part. She liked him, she
would always wish him well, but since the love had gone out of
their relationship, surely it was only honest to end it.

"What's the matter?" Martin demanded.

"Nothing special," Cherry assured him, her eyes suddenly watering.
"Only I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of PRETENDING. I can't argue
about it. But I know it's the wise thing to do."

"You acted this same way before," Martin suggested, after looking
back at his paper for a few seconds.

"I did not!" Cherry said, indignantly. "That is not true."

"You'd go back to your father, I suppose?" Martin said, yawning.

"Until I could get into something," Cherry replied with dignity. A
vague thought of the stage flitted through her mind.

"Oh!" Martin said, politely. "And I suppose you think your father
would agree to this delightful arrangement?" he asked.

"I know he would!" Cherry answered, eagerly.

"All right--you write and ask him!" Martin agreed, good-naturedly.