dBooks desire

Mildred opened her
bag, found two coins. She gave the coppers to the
woman. The other--all the money she had--was the
fifty-centime piece.
``But the bag--I can get a good deal for that,'' she
said aloud.
``I beg your pardon--I didn't catch that.''
She came back to a sense of her surroundings. Stanley
Baird was standing a few feet away, smiling down
at her. He was, if possible, even more attractively
dressed than in the days when he hovered about her,
hoping vague things of which he was ashamed and try-
ing to get the courage to put down his snobbishness and
marry her because she so exactly suited him. He was
wearing a new kind of collar and tie, striking yet in
excellent quiet taste. Also, his face and figure had filled
out just enough--he had been too thin in the former
days. But he was now entered upon that period of the
fearsome forties when, unless a man amounts to something,
he begins to look insignificant. He did not
amount to anything; he was therefore paling and waning
as a personality.


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