afternoon off some time? Or come in some evening? Henry was saying only yesterday that he enjoyed his talk with you so much, and that you were smarter than any man insurance agent. He said you sold him I don’t know how many thousand dollars’ worth before he knew it. Now I suppose I’ll have to go without a new fur coat this winter.”

Hannah smiled agreeably. “Well, Julia, it’s better for you to do without a new fur coat this winter than for me to do without any.”

The Clint Darrow of her girlhood dreams, grown rather paunchy and mottled now, and with the curling black hair but a sparse grizzled fringe, had belied Horace Winter’s contemptuous opinion. He was a moneyed man now, with an extravagant wife, but no children. Hannah underwrote him for