proud and assured and most determined ownership! It lay quietly on her face now as always. It was the look he must have bestowed on his shell the first time he saw it. Ownership!
"the point is," the Demon was saying terribly, "I don't believe in long engagements."
He had once been persuaded, yielding out of spineless bravado, to descend the shaft of a mine in a huge bucket. The sensations of that plunge were now reproduced. He looked up to the far circle of light that ever diminished as he went down and down.
"I don't believe in them either," said the flapper firmly. "They're perfectly no good."
"I never did believe in 'em," he heard himself saying. And added with firmness equal to the flapper's, "Silly!" He was wondering if they would ever pull him to the surface again; if the rope would break.
"Just what I think," chanted the flapper. "Silly, and then some!"
"Then some!" repeated the male being in helpless, terrified corroboration.
"Won't he ever come?" queried the Demon.
"Oh, here he is!"
The waiter was neatly removing tea and things from the tray. Bean recalled how on that other occasion he had fearfully believed the earth would close upon him, how hope revived as he was precariously drawn upward, and what a novel view the earth's fair surface presented when he again stood firmly upon it.
