persuade him to do, Eunice? Give a parlor exhibition for you?"

"The boy guessed nearly right the very first time!" cried Eunice,
gleefully; "it was all a fake, and he's coming to our house
Sunday afternoon to tell how he did it. It's all coming out in
the paper on Monday."

"My good land!" and Aunt Abby sank back in her seat, utterly
disgusted.




CHAPTER IV

THE EMBURYS


"And that's my last word on the subject."

Embury lighted one cigarette from the stub of another, and
deposited the stub in the ash-tray at his elbow. It was Sunday
afternoon, and the peculiar relaxedness of that day of rest and
gladness had somewhat worn on the nerves of both Sanford and
Eunice.

Aunt Abby was napping, and it was too early yet to look for their
expected visitor, Hanlon.

Eunice had been once again endeavoring to persuade her husband to