THE SONG OF THE LARK
a good deal in the fourth dimension Dr. Archie. It 's that you notice in their faces."
The doctor was interested. "The fourth dimension," he repeated slowly; "and is that slang, too?"
"No,"—Fred shook his head,—"that 's merely a figure. I mean that life is not quite so personal here as it is in your part of the world. People are more taken up by hobbies, interests that are less subject to reverses than their personal affairs. If you 're interested in Thea's voice, for instance, or in voices in general, that interest is just the same, even if your mining stocks go down."
The doctor looked at him narrowly. "You think that 's about the principal difference between country people and city people, don't you?"
Fred was a little disconcerted at being followed up so resolutely, and he attempted to dismiss it with a pleasantry. "I 've never thought much about it, doctor. But I should say, on the spur of the moment, that that is one of the principal differences between people anywhere. It 's the consolation of fellows like me who don't accomplish much. The fourth dimension is not good for business, but we think we have a better time."
Dr. Archie leaned back in his chair. His heavy shoulders were contemplative. "And she," he said slowly; "should you say that she is one of the kind you refer to?" He inclined his head toward the shimmer of the pale-green dress beside him. Thea was leaning, just then, over the balcony rail, her head in the light from the chandeliers below.
"Never, never!" Fred protested. "She 's as hard-headed as the worst of you—with a difference."
The doctor sighed. "Yes, with a difference; something that makes a good many revolutions to the second. When she was little I used to feel her head to try to locate it."
Fred laughed. "Did you, though? So you were on the track of it? Oh, it 's there! We can't get round it, miss," as Thea looked back inquiringly. "Dr. Archie, there 's a
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