“What a horrid vulgar story!” exclaimed Lena.
“Isn’t it?” Dick rejoined. “But vulgar things are frequently true, as we learn with sorrow. Lena, can’t we believe that our marriage certificate had an affection insurance policy given with it? Don’t let us indulge in little quarrels. As you say, they are vulgar. I want love to be not only a rich solid pudding full of plums, but I want it to have a meringue on top.”
As he hoped, this made Lena laugh, and she pulled out her over-scented handkerchief to wipe her eyes. Dick shut his lips tightly, grown too wise to speak.
CHAPTER XVI
LENA’S FRIENDS
Lena sat one morning behind the coffee-urn so self-absorbed and smiling that Dick wondered.
“Mrs. Percival,” he remonstrated, “you have a husband at this end of the table. Have you forgotten it? What are you thinking about?”
“Dick, I believe I have found a friend—a real friend,” Lena jerked out.