"Naturally not," said the Doctor, "for she would have been a great
novelist, or a poor one, and all would have been well, or not,
according to circumstances."

"All the same," persisted the Critic, "I think it a horrid story
and--"

"I think," interrupted the Doctor, "that you have a vicious mind,
and--" Here the Doctor cast a quick look in the direction of the
Youngster, who was stretched out in a steamer chair and had not said a
word.

"All right," said the Trained Nurse, "he is fast asleep." And so he
was.

"Just as well," said the Doctor, "though it does not speak so well for
the story as it might."

"Well," laughed the Journalist, "you have had a double success,
Doctor. You have been spontaneously applauded by the man of law, and
sent the man of the air to _faire dodo_. I reckon you get the
laurels."

"Don't you be in such a hurry to award the palm," protested the
Sculptor. "There are some of us who have not spoken yet. I am going to
put some brilliant touches on mine before I give my star performance."

"What's that about stars?" yawned the Youngster, waking up slowly.