increases the expenses."

"Given it up?"

"Don't you remember sharing one of your father's cigars with me
behind the haystack in the meadow? We cut it in half. I finished my
half, but I fancy about three puffs were enough for you. Those were
happy days!"

"That one wasn't! Of course I remember it now. I don't suppose I
shall ever forget it."

"The thing was my fault, as usual. I recollect I dared you."

"Yes. I always took a dare."

"Do you still?"

"What do you mean?"

Wally knocked the ash off his cigarette.

"Well," he said slowly, "suppose I were to dare you to get up and
walk over to that table and look your fiancé in the eye and say,
'Stop scowling at my back hair! I've a perfect right to be supping
with an old friend!'--would you do it?"

"Is he?" said Jill, startled.

"Scowling? Can't you feel it on the back of your head?" He drew