deal; Mrs. Tinker uttered a cry of rage, and, relapsing into an easy chair, at once became vehemently hysterical. Olivia darted upon her, scolding her, exhorting her to remember that this public room was no place for emotional explosions, while Tinker stared goggling at the stricken woman, and said over and over, in pained remonstrance: "Now, Mamma! Now, Honey!"
She was stricken, but loudly voluble. "You turn your wicked eyes on yourself!" she cried. "Don't you look at me! Don't you dare look at me! You awful thing, don't you dare call me Honey! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not"
She was screaming, and voices were heard outside. Olivia pointed to the door by which her mother had entered the room. "Get her upstairs," she cried to her father. "You can go this way, and probably nobody'll see you. Somebody's coming! Get her out!"
"Let me help," Ogle said, and moved toward Mrs. Tinker.
"Never mind, young man," Tinker returned brusquely. He reached his wife's side in two strides and stooped over her.
