"We always have THAT," said Myra.






THE HOUSE-WARMING

I.--WORK FOR ALL





"Well," said Dahlia, "what do you think of it?"

I knocked the ashes out of my after-breakfast pipe, arranged the
cushions of my deck-chair, and let my eyes wander lazily over the
house and its surroundings. After a year of hotels and other
people's houses, Dahlia and Archie had come into their own.

"I've no complaints," I said happily.

A vision of white and gold appeared in the doorway and glided over
the lawn toward us--Myra with a jug.

"None at all," said Simpson, sitting up eagerly.