jabbed at the cigarettes, clumsily raking one out at last.

"Thank you, dear--thank you," she cried, rather high, looking up and
smiling once more. He turned calmly aside, offering the cigarettes
to Scott, who refused.

"Oh!" said Julia, sucking the end of her cigarette. "Robert is so
happy with all the good things--aren't you dear?" she sang, breaking
into a hurried laugh. "We aren't used to such luxurious living, we
aren't--ARE WE DEAR--No, we're not such swells as this, we're not.
Oh, ROBBIE, isn't it all right, isn't it just all right?" She tailed
off into her hurried, wild, repeated laugh. "We're so happy in a land
of plenty, AREN'T WE DEAR?"

"Do you mean I'm greedy, Julia?" said Robert.

"Greedy!--Oh, greedy!--he asks if he's greedy?--no you're not greedy,
Robbie, you're not greedy. I want you to be happy."

"I'm quite happy," he returned.

"Oh, he's happy!--Really!--he's happy! Oh, what an accomplishment!
Oh, my word!" Julia puckered her eyes and laughed herself into a
nervous twitching silence.

Robert went round with the matches. Julia sucked her cigarette.

"Give us a light, Robbie, if you ARE happy!" she cried.

"It's coming," he answered.