Dimbie and I—and Amelia

by Mabel Barnes-Grundy

He nodded.

"Candidly, I am not satisfied with your appearance. You are much thinner."

"Mr. Rovell can't make me fatter."

"I shall bring him this week—say Thursday."

I stared at him, dismayed and frightened.

"I don't see the sense of making Dimbie fork out another big fee," I quavered, "and I'm—I'm quite well."

"Are you? How's the back?"

"It's quite—well, thanks."

"I thought you were truthful."

"Well, it's pretty well."