"Thank-you! I believe you mean it!"
Mary smiled.
"Why of course I do! I'm not a newspaper syndicate!"
"Nor a Mrs. Mushroom Ketchup!" put in Helmsley.
Angus threw back his head and gave one of his big joyous laughs.
"No! You're a long way off that!" he said—"Good-evening, David!"
And going up to the armchair where Helmsley sat he shook hands with him.
"Good-evening, Mr. Reay!" rejoined Helmsley, cheerily; "I'm very glad we met this afternoon!"
"So am I!" declared Angus, with energy—"I don't feel quite so much of a solitary bear as I did. I'm in a better temper altogether with the world in general!"
"That's right!" said Mary—"Whatever happens to you it's never the fault of the world, remember!—it's only the trying little ways of the people in it!"