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 “We will think no more of it,” she said. “Only pleasant thoughts must be ours in this pleasant place.”

The landlady came bustling along and spread a clean white cloth; then she brought the fruit, strawberries, firm, clean, fragrant; cherries, hard and shining, a glorious blend of white and red.

“TI brought some cream,” she explained, de- positing a shining white jug on the table. “Young ladies are usually fond of strawberries and cream.”

“I love strawberries and cream,” said An- dromeda.

Perseus, still sprawling at his lady’s feet, his elbow on her knee, looked up and thanked the thoughtful landlady with a charming smile; and she, being a woman, was quick to note a personable man. Indeed, she told her husband afterwards that she never set eyes on a hand- somer pair. Which was the handsomer she would not like to say, but the man had dreamy eyes that made you feel queer all over.

“Don’t you think,” began Andromeda, ten- tatively—“at least while she’s here—you look like the man in possession?”