Is this despondency due
to the departure of the 'Consternation,' and the fact that she carries
away with her Jack Lamont, blacksmith?"
The long sigh terminated in a woeful "yes."
"The ship that has gone out with him we call she. If he had eloped
with a real she, then wearing the willow, or singing it, however
futile, might be understandable. As it is I see nothing in the
situation to call for a sigh."
"That is because you are a hardened sinner, Dorothy. You have no
heart, or at least if you have, it is untouched, and therefore you
cannot understand. If that note in your hand were a love missive,
instead of a letter from your lawyers, you would be more human,
Dorothy."
The hand which held the paper crumpled it up slightly as Katherine
spoke.
"Business letters are quite necessary, and belong to the world we live
in," said Dorothy, a glow of brighter color suffusing her cheeks.
"Surely your acquaintance with Mr. Lamont is of the shortest."
"He has called upon me every day since the night of the ball,"
maintained Katherine stoutly.
"Well, that's only three times."
"Only three! How you talk! One would think you had never been schooled
in mathematics. Why, three is a magic figure. You can do plenty of
amazing things with it. Don't you know that three is a numeral of
love?"
"I thought two was the number," chimed Dorothy, with heartless mirth.
"Three," said Katherine taking one last look at the empty horizon,
then seating herself in front of her friend, "three is a recurring
decimal.
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