no doubt, contributed to our growing intimacy with Mrs. Willkit, which ran a good deal to testimonies of regard. I became the somewhat embarrassed possessor of various articles for out-of-the-way uses such as darning-bags, handkerchief-holders, pin-cushions of curious shapes, highly embellished and wrought by Mrs. Willkit's tireless fingers out of scrap-bag elements.
Specimens of Delphine's achievements in pen and ink drawings were conferred upon me also, copies of fine ladies with pin curls and King Charles spaniels beside them on cushion, framed in wide, pale, gilt frames. These were really a household problem. They cried out to be hung, if for no other reason than to gratify Mrs. Willkit's pride in them, and yet where? The spare-room had been already sacrificed to duster-bags and plush-covered rolling pins designed for the accommodation of obsolete toilet articles. Some of these gifts rather bowled me over, I must own, though the bottle of delicate dandelion-wine she bestowed upon me when I had my annual attack of Grippe, went far to ameliorate the situation. I have forgotten what I gave her, but I dare say it was equally stag-
