“Why, Ray, what in the world are you talking about! Aren’t you fun-ny!”

“Yeh; well, you cut her out. I won’t have you running around with a woman like that. Mrs. Hoyt! Mrs. Fiddlesticks!”

They had a really serious quarrel about it. When the smoke of battle cleared away Raymond had paid the first instalment on a three thousand dollar mink coat. And, “If we could sub-lease,” Cora said, “I think it would be wonderful to move to the Shoreham. Lil and Harry are going there in January. You know yourself this place isn’t half respectable.”

Raymond had stared. “Shoreham! Why, it’s a hotel. Regular hotel.”

“Yes,” placidly. “That’s what’s