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The Goddess Girl "I do, indeed," said I miserably.

"Gentle, and womanly, and thoughtful." He hurled the adjectives at my dejected head.

"She's all that and more," I murmured, for in my penitence I was just to her.

"Tactful, and quiet, and soft-footed."

"As a mouse," said I.

"A born manager."

"She is, indeed." With fervor I could confirm him in this impression.

"I never knew a cooler hand."

"Nor I," cried I with real feeling.

As heavily as he had risen, he sat down and groaned, in complete unison with the wicker chair.

"A girl in a thousand," finished he. "In a million," agreed I with desperate honesty. "But, Sandy"—I returned to his old nickname in affectionate absence of mind—"are you mad or only criminal?"

He gazed blankly at me.

"With a heart like you say yours is!" said I. "Have you spoken to Anne?"

"Yes." 63