"Why, Mouse! I thought you'd be glad to see me. I've never
rowed with you, have I? I've tried not to be temperamental with
you. That's why I wired you, when there are others I've known
for years."
"Oh, I didn't mean to seem grouchy; I didn't! I just wondered if
you'd like the house."
He could have knelt in repentance before his goddess, what time
she was but a lonely girl in the clatter of New York. He went on:
"And we've got kind of separated, and I didn't know--But I guess
I'll always--oh--kind of worship you."
"It's all right, Mouse. It's--Here's the customs men."
Now Istra Nash knew perfectly that the customs persons were not
ready to examine her baggage as yet. But the discussion was
ended, and they seemed to understand each other.
"Gee, there's a lot of rich Jew ladies coming back this time!"
said he.
"Yes. They had diamonds three times a day," she assented.
"Gee, this is a big place!"
"Yes." So did they testify to fixity of friendship till they
reached the house and Istra was welcomed to "that Teddem's" room
as a new guest.
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