didn't see people."
"She saw me, all right," stated Dick; "and she conversed with me, though I'll admit that I did the most of the talking."
"What did you say to her?" Mrs. Sands was sorely puzzled.
"What did I say? I merely asked her if she was pupu-le, that was all."
Mrs. Sands' eyes grew rounder. "Why, what for? What did she answer you?"
"She objected to being called that, and so I cheerfully told her that if she wasn't pupu-le, then she certainly must be lolo."
"Why how awful! What on earth do you mean?"
"Oh, some damned man told me that Pupu-le and Lolo lived there, and so when I saw her, I tried to be agreeable and asked her which she was. Now laugh!"
And Mrs. Sands did laugh. She laughed with a thoroughness and abandon which eventually broke down even Dick's bitter self-recrimination and he laughed with her, ruefully at first; and later, with a momentary forgetfulness of the sorry side of the episode in the absurdity of the contretemps, he laughed with a fervor and appreciation which somewhat relieved the stress of the past few days.
But in another moment, for Mrs. Sands, the pitiful side of it arose and submerged the humor of the situation. "Oh!" she said, her laughter quickly
