“Wonderful little woman!” said he.
It was amazing, the difference that one word of six letters made in that phrase. Mrs. Fremby became quite confused.
“What can I do,” continued Mr. Donalds, still holding her hand, “to mark my profound appreciation?”
Appreciation of what? Of Mrs. Fremby’s kidnaping his grandchild? Strange that so practical a man as Mr. Donalds should become so curiously obtuse about the clearest moral issues! Mrs. Fremby was undeniably a lawless, reckless, dangerous sort of creature.
“Mrs. Fremby,” said he, “will you do me the honor of dining with me to-morrow evening?”
“Thank you, Mr. Donalds, I will,” she replied, grave but very gracious.
And you may believe it or not, but neither of them doubted for a moment that it was an honor which she conferred upon him.[Pg 258]
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
OCTOBER, 1925
Vol. LXXXVI NUMBER 1