position for her, and to-night she was bewitching in a new gray cloth gown.
"Clark, he said; I think I asked him for it," said Dick, laughing.
"You don't seem to have tired of going around to all sorts of restaurants," he continued, noticing the happy expression on Dido's pretty face.
"Tired of it!"
Her tone but faintly expressed what untold happiness those evenings had been to her.
"I thought you would be disgusted with our search before it was half finished," he said, looking admiringly into her soft brown eyes that had given him one of those startled glances which half bewitched him.
"It has been heaven!" she said, with a sigh of rapture. "I love the bright lights, and the well-dressed, happy people, and the busy, silent waiters, and the white linen and
