DR. ARCHIE'S VENTURE
"No, thank you. I 'm not ready for them yet."
Fred strolled over to the sofa, lifted a scarf from one of the trays and stood abstractedly drawing it through his fingers. "You 've been so kind these last few days, Thea, that I began to hope you might soften a little; that you might ask me to come over and see you this summer."
"If you thought that, you were mistaken," she said slowly. "I 've hardened, if anything. But I shan't carry any grudge away with me, if you mean that."
He dropped the scarf. "And there 's nothing—nothing at all you 'll let me do?"
"Yes, there is one thing, and it 's a good deal to ask. If I get knocked out, or never get on, I 'd like you to see that Dr. Archie gets his money back. I 'm taking three thousand dollars of his."
"Why, of course I shall. You may dismiss that from your mind. How fussy you are about money, Thea. You make such a point of it." He turned sharply and walked to the windows.
Thea sat down in the chair he had quitted. "It 's only poor people who feel that way about money, and who are really honest," she said gravely. "Sometimes I think that to be really honest, you must have been so poor that you 've been tempted to steal."
"To what?"
"To steal. I used to be, when I first went to Chicago and saw all the things in the big stores there. Never anything big, but little things, the kind I 'd never seen before and could never afford. I did take something once, before I knew it."
Fred came toward her. For the first time she had his whole attention, in the degree to which she was accustomed to having it. "Did you? What was it?" he asked with interest.
"A sachet. A little blue silk bag of orris-root powder. There was a whole counterful of them, marked down to
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