"Truth—hard—c. water—wh if hurts?" Irma wrote under the note that said "Pity and u-standing. Don't let suff make hard," twisting her head a little, trying to ease the pain in the back of her neck.
"Now, what I have tried to do in O Fair Dove"
"Well, I mustn't trespass on your kindness any longer," Irma said at length. "I just don't know how to thank you!"
"Thank you, with all my heart! Good-by, Miss—uh—. Smedley will show you out."
But Irma had to turn back again to cry:
"Oh, you just can't know how much you mean to people!"
Christabel absent-mindedly ate several sandwiches after Miss Goff left. Generally she disliked being interviewed by women, and certainly it was strange, to put it mildly, of the paper to send a novice. But the little thing had been rather touching, she thought, pop-
