"Last night's experience should be thrilling enough to make a record of, don't you think?" was her answer.
"Well, yes; if you only put it down right. You should commence with an account of the brave lady who, without fear, seized a dagger and by her dexterity saved the life of her husband."
"What do you take me for? Any more nonsense like that?"
"There is no nonsense about it, my dear. Where would I have been but for you? Both my pistols empty, clutched by a big wolf, and no knife within reach until you handed it to me. No, my dear Mrs. Manning, you were veritably your husband's preserver. Put it down quick, for we have scarcely a minute to lose."
"It is too late," she returned with grave perspicacity. "The first chapter is closed. What I have writ, I have writ, and there's the end o't." And closing her scrap book she opened her reticule to put it in.
"But my brave lady," he cried. "My heroine of the midnight battle, won't you let me see what you have writ?"
"That is a question," was her laughing answer, putting her bag behind her back.
"Why so?" he asked.
"Because——"
"Because what?"