CHAPTER XVIII
The dictograph which Shirley had asked Bryce to obtain for her in San Francisco arrived on the regular passenger-steamer on Thursday morning and Bryce called her up to ask when she desired it sent over.
“Good morning, Mr. Cardigan,” she greeted him cheerily. “How do you feel this morning? Any the worse for having permitted yourself to be a human being last night?”
“Why, I feel pretty fine, Shirley. I think it did me a lot of good to crawl out of my shell last night.”
“You feel encouraged to go on living, eh?”
“Yes.”
“And fighting?”
“By all means.”