Mr, Leffington Feels Inspired 



mous resolution, remembering that all women 

 were fussy about the house and had to be humored, 

 — "but what about Gwendolyn's husband, why 

 are you so down on him?" 



"Gwen's a dear girl," Mrs. Leffington replied 

 irrelevantly poising her pen for a moment in 

 search of a word. 



"She came high for John," Mr. Leffington 

 mused,rubbing his boots together absent-mindedly 

 into a cloud of yellow dust. 



"You know I didn't mean that," said Mrs. 

 Leffington tormented into putting her pen down 

 altogether and turning around to face him. 

 "Richard, you have a horrible habit of construing 

 people's words into something they don't mean at 

 all. What I really meant, was that Gwen is the 

 sweetest, dearest, most lovable girl in the world, 

 and if she couldn't live with John Rexford, then 

 its only John Rexford's fault. I was just writing 

 her when you interrupted me," Mrs. Leffington 

 continued, pausing a moment for the desired 

 effect, and her husband grinned appreciatively, 

 "to ask if she would come down Sunday and spend 

 the week but I won't of course if you're not going 

 to be nice and make her have the loveliest time we 

 are able. There will be hunting twice, at least, 

 on Monday and Wednesday, and perhaps again 



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