change his clothes. A man was judged by his appearance.
Helen was having her breakfast. She sent Nellie to ask him if he would like some coffee. He thought that was very sweet of Helen, but he declined, saying he was in a great hurry. Nellie disappeared, returning a minute later to say that Mrs. Scott wanted to see him.
He went to the dining-room. Helen gazed up at him and inquired, "What's the matter? No telephones where you've been?"
"Gee, Helen, if you knew what I've been through. Steve Flynn's kept me on the jump every minute."
"You couldn't have spared five minutes last night to see if I wanted the car?"
"Well, I'm here early, ain't I? What more do you want? I couldn't get to a phone last night; so I broke my neck getting up here this morning to see if you needed the car."
"Why didn't you phone instead of riding all the way up here?"
"You don't want the car today, do you?"
"Yes. You don't seem to be busy; so you might as well take me up to Stamford."
"But I am rather busy, Helen, to tell you the truth."
"Well, go about your business then and leave the car here. You can use the trains for today."
She spread a golden square of toast with marmalade and helped herself to another cup of coffee from the percolator beside her. It was built like a samovar and was, of course, electrically operated. A Christmas gift from her friend, Mrs. Winters.
