“Nor are marriages more unhappy
now than they were in our grandpar
ents’ time. Human nature does not
change. Sorrow came in with the first
man gnd woman, and will go out with
the last one. The things that make
marriage a failure are no new inven
dishes in the kitchen to be washed to
morrow morning by Elian Dolan—our
part-time maid-of-all-work," Marian ex
plained. ‘‘But—I do not like to leave
Lois alone to look after dad while Mrs.
Fisher eats her dinner."
‘‘I do not mind.” Lois said mag
nanimously.
She was feeling in a better humor
than usual with her sister. Marian had
spoken this afternoon as if she bad less
claim on the Reverend Harold Sumner
than Lois had.
“All right, then,” Marian agreed. “I
will get ready to go with you, George.
But I don’t know what it's all about.”
“I will tell you in good time, my
child,” George teased. “Small girls
should not be impatient.”
He did tell her everything later, as
he and she drove slowly through the
streets in his car.
“I saw DeLisle last night,” Dixon
said without waiting for any question
ing from his companion. “He wants to
make an arrangement with you to dance
regularly at his place. No!—don't
gasp like that, Marian! there's good
money in it. You and he can talk it
all over. That's why I came for you
early—so that there would be time for
a quiet chat before the place fills up
for the evening. He wants you badly.
