There was a little cupboard in the corner, and to this she went. From it came a cheerful clinking, and when she turned she bore two glasses and a small foiled bottle which she placed on the table. "Billy," she said, "one more little one won't do us any harm. I've been keeping this for you."
The original Tydvil had considerable doubts on her optimism. The present emancipated Jones agreed heartily. He had never seen, he thought, a more charming picture than she made in her new robe. Tydvil put the thought into words as he watched her deftly unwire the bottle. She positively refused to allow him to assist. With a table napkin to act as silencer and splashboard, the cork came out with a friendly "pop." Then she sent the wine creaming into two glasses without losing a precious drop. One she ha
