She did not mean anything sentimental, but that kind of an interpretation presented itself to her a moment after she had spoken and she hurriedly added: "You are thin and paler than you used to be." Her eyes alighted on the cigar smoking between his fingers. "Maybe that's the reason," she said, laughingly.
Lou drew her chum off to exhibit those trinkets again. Mr. and Mrs. Nelson were chatting in the kitchen, where the turkey sizzled.
"What post are you on, Evan?" asked Perry.
"Teller and accountant," was the casual reply.
"Gee," exclaimed the Bonehead disconsolately. He went in search of consolation.
"What do they give you?"
"Three fifty," was the still more humble reply.
Porter's face lighted up.
"I draw four fifty," he said, grandly.
"What post?" asked Evan, anxiously.