"How could you get away?" I asked at last. "And what made you come?
And how long can you stay?"
"I could get away because I would," he replied. "And I came because I wanted to come. And I can stay three days."
Three days of Ernest all to myself!
AUGUST 5.-He has gone, but he has left behind him a happy wife and the memory of three happy days.
After the first joy of our meeting was over, we had time for just such nice long talks as I delight in. Ernest began by upbraiding me a little for my injustice in fancying he had betrayed his father to Dr. Cabot.
"That is not all," I interrupted, "I even thought you had made a boast of the sacrifices you were making."
"That explains your coldness," he returned.
"My coldness! Of all the ridiculous things in the world!" I cried.
"You were cold, for you and I felt it. Don't you know that we undemonstrative men prefer loving winsome little women like you, just because you are our own opposites? And when the pet kitten turns into a cat with claws."
"Now, Ernest, that is really too bad! To compare me to a cat!"