"Oh, Nolan, how you do burble along. I didn't bring you here to discuss Bartlett's relatives. Now get down to business. How can we adjust the honeymooners and the father-in-law--though honestly I think he is great fun myself, and would a whole lot rather live with him than with Dody. Only he does not fit in with the honeymoon scheme of life." "Well," said Nolan dreamily, "why don't you marry him, and bring him up here?" "Oh, Nolan, you are clever. I never thought of that." At the evident delight in her voice, Nolan stared. "Not to me, goosey, he would never consent, for I have a dimple and he does not approve of them. So far I have kept it on the off side, and he has not noticed, but I couldn't always turn the left side to a husband, could I?" "Well, then--" "Marry him to somebody else, of course. I can't just decide who--but there will be some one. You are such a help, Nolan. Now let's not bother with the duties of our neighbors, but have a good time. To-morrow I shall find him a wife." Then she leaned toward Nolan, refilling his cup, and said gurglingly, "Was he working awfully hard at the stupid old office?" "Eveley, just one thing, while we are on our duties," he said, catching her hand. "You have made one exception, always, but you have never told me what it is. And it is so unlike you to except anything when you get started. What is the one duty that is justified and necessary?" Eveley promptly pulled her hand away. "That," she said, "is purely personal. It will not do any one any good to talk about it. So it is all sealed up on the inside." "And I shall never know what your one duty in life is?" he asked, with mock pleading, but real curiosity. "It may hit you sometime--harder than anybody else," she said, laughing. "But in the meantime let's talk of other things." As soon as Mr. Severs had started to work the next morning, without the tender farewells, for the presence of Father-in-law placed an instinctive veto on such demonstrations--Eveley kicked briskly on the floor as a summons, and Mrs. Severs answered. "Eveley?" she called up to the ceiling. And Eveley shouted down to the floor of her room, "Come up--I've got it." At that Mrs. Severs fairly flew up the stairs. Eveley caught her on the landing, and whirled her around the room in a triumphant dance, stopping at last so abruptly that Mrs. Severs was almost precipitated to the floor. "Now listen. I've got it. The proper adjustment, that will make you all happy and prove my theory." "Yes, yes, yes," chanted Mrs. Severs ecstatically. "He must get married." "But--"