meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

“Lots of people come who haven't been invited,” she said suddenly. “That girl hadn't been invited. They simply force their way in and he's too polite to object.”

“I'd like to know who he is and what he does,” insisted Tom. “And I think I'll make a point of finding out.”

“I can tell you right now,” she answered. “He owned some drug stores, a lot of drug stores. He built them up himself.”

The dilatory limousine came rolling up the drive.