What she said, after studying its detail thoughtfully for a moment, was: “Yeh, but look. If this little tiny wire had a spring underneath — just a little bit of spring — it’d take all the pressure off when you wear a hat. Now women’s hats are worn so much lower over their ears, d’you see? That’d keep it from pressing. Men’s hats, too, for that matter.”

She was right. Grudgingly, slowly, he admitted it. Not only that, he carried out her idea and perfected the spectacle contrivance as you know it to-day. Without her suggestion it would have had a serious flaw. He knew he ought to be grateful. He told himself that he was grateful. But in reality he was resentful. She was a smart girl, but — well — a fella didn’t feel comfortable going with a girl that