'It's So Each Time You Happen to Me All Over Again,' He Exclaimed.

He helped her into the brouham with her bags, and had afterward the vague recollection of having properly reassured her about her grandmother. After that, it all happened as he had dreamed. She shut her eyes as it passed and clutched at archer's hand. He bent over, unbuttoned her tight brown glove and kissed her palm as if he had kissed a relic. They were crawling down the slippery incline to the wharf, menaced by swaying coal carts,. bewildered horses, dishevelled express wagons and an empty hearse. If only it doesn't mean poor grannie. The carriage worked its way out of the coil about the station; they