"You have it—when there is anything to sympathise about."
Greta tapped the letter, trying to frown.
"You have saved me from doing so."
"Lynette Mildare, have you a heart inside you?"
"Certainly; I can feel it beating, and it does its work very well."
"Am I, then, nothing to you?"
Lynette smiled, looking up at the piquant, charming face.
"You are a great deal to me."
"And I regard you as a bosom-friend. And the duty of a bosom-friend, besides rushing off at once to tell you if she hears anybody say anything nasty of you behind your back—a thing which you never do—is to sympathise with you in all your love-affairs—a thing which you do even seldomer."