``But the streets are in frightful condition.''
She thrust out a foot covered with a new and shiny
storm-rubber.
``Let's drive to the park then. We'll walk there.''
``No. If I get into the taxi, I'll not get out. Send
it away.''
When they were moving afoot up Madison Avenue,
he said: ``What's the matter? This isn't like you.''
``I've come to my senses,'' replied she. ``It may be
too late, but I'm going to see.''
``When I called on Mrs. Brindley the other day,''
said he, ``she had your note, saying that you were going
into musical comedy with Crossley.''
``That's over,'' said she. ``I lost my voice, and I
lost my job.''
``So I heard,'' said he. ``I know Crossley. I
dropped in to see him this morning, and he told me
about a foolish, fashionable girl who made a bluff at
going on the stage--he said she had a good voice and
was a swell looker, but proved to be a regular `four-
flusher.' I recognized you.''
``Thanks,'' said she dryly.
``So, I came to see you.''
She inquired about Mrs.
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