AS they left the house an hour later, walking down the path slowly,
shoulder to shoulder, she said:
"Mr. Brown, I _want_ you to like that house."
A sudden and subtly hideous idea glided into his brain.
"_You_ don't believe in suffragettes, do you?" he said, forcing a hollow
laugh.
"Why, I _am_ one. Didn't you know it?"
"_You!_"
"Certainly. Goodness! how you did run! But," she added with innocent
satisfaction, "I think I have secured every bit as good a one as the one
Gladys chased out of a tree with her horrid marmoset."
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