"I wonder if there ever was a good pun?"
"Keep on wondering. You look like an angel pondering over the fit of her wings."
"Tom, that is sacrilegious."
"You 're wrong, Bessie, it's only poetry."
Bessie frowned. Like all good women, she did not like to hear religion spoken of lightly, so she rebuked the erring Thomas with a glance.
"You are pretty even when you frown, Bessie," remarked the unregenerate versifier.
Bessie attempted to look doubtful as to the truth of this last statement.
"Why should n't you believe me? Has n't your mirror showed you day after day what I am telling you?"
As he spoke Moore took her hand in his, not noticing that one slender finger was wound round by a bandage. Bessie gave a little cry of pain.
"What is the matter?"