It follows that they are no true gems at all, but shop-made paste. Ask Lana Helmer; she is far more adept in sugaring refusals.”

All turned smilingly toward Lans, who shrugged her shoulders, saying carelessly:

“I must decline! The Muses nine No sisters are of mine. Must I repine Because I’m not divine, And may not versify some pretty story To prove to you my own immortal glory? Make no mistake. Accept; don’t offer verses. Kisses received are mercies — given, curses!”

Said Boyd instantly:

“A thousand poems for your couplets! Do you trade with me, Miss Helmer?”

“Let me hear your thousand first,” retorted the coquette disdainfully,