areal dog in the manger, Jack. You know there is no one whose letters you enjoy as you do those of the author of Spoils."
"Perhaps I have a pretext for writing," said Miss Lamb, relenting. "She would be interested to hear my account of your visit. Do you really think it would not be a bore to her if I were to write?"
As I assured her of the pleasure it must give, especially with such subjects as ourselves to expatiate upon, we drove up before Mrs. Ellerton's door, and John, handing Miss Lamb from the buckboard, said: "When are we to have a business talk?"
"Whenever you will be so kind as to come and see me," she replied, graciously.
"May I come this afternoon?"
"Pray do. I am sure I could not wait much longer before talking over our book."
"Dick," said John, as we drove down the avenue, "I did not know you were such an unconscionable villain."
