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But her confusion betrayed her, and Landry shouted derisively.

"Well, I _did_ read it then," she suddenly declared defiantly."No, I'm not ashamed.Yes, I read it from cover to cover.It made me cry like I haven't cried over a book since I was a little tot.You can say what you like, but it's beautiful--a beautiful love story--and it does tell about noble, unselfish people.Isuppose it has its faults, but it makes you feel better for reading it, and that's what all your 'Wreckers' in the world would never do.""Well," answered Landry, "I don't know much about that sort of thing.Corthell does.He can talk you blind about literature.I've heard him run on by the hour.

He says the novel of the future is going to be the novel without a love story."But Laura nodded her head incredulously.

"It will be long after I am dead--that's one consolation," she said.

"Corthell is full of crazy ideas anyhow," Landry went on, still continuing to pass the books up to her.

"He's a good sort, and I like him well enough, but he's the kind of man that gets up a reputation for being clever and artistic by running down the very one particular thing that every one likes, and cracking up some book or picture or play that no one has ever heard of.Just let anything get popular once and Sheldon Corthell can't speak of it without shuddering.But he'll go over here to some Archer Avenue pawn shop, dig up an old brass stewpan, or coffee-pot that some greasy old Russian Jew has chucked away, and he'll stick it up in his studio and regularly kow-tow to it, and talk about the 'decadence of American industrial arts.' I've heard him.I say it's pure affectation, that's what it is, pure affectation."But the book-case meanwhile had been filling up, and now Laura remarked:

"No more, Landry.That's all that will go here."She prepared to descend from the ladder.In filling the higher shelves she had mounted almost to the top-most step.

"Careful now," said Landry, as he came forward."Give me your hand."She gave it to him, and then, as she descended, Landry had the assurance to put his arm around her waist as if to steady her.He was surprised at his own audacity, for he had premeditated nothing, and his arm was about her before he was well aware.He yet found time to experience a qualm of apprehension.Just how would Laura take it? Had he gone too far?

But Laura did not even seem to notice, all her attention apparently fixed upon coming safely down to the floor.She descended and shook out her skirts.

"There," she said, "that's over with.Look, I'm all dusty."There was a knock at the half-open door.It was the cook.

"What are you going to have for supper, Miss Dearborn?"she inquired."There's nothing in the house.""Oh, dear," said Laura with sudden blankness, "I never thought of supper.Isn't there anything?""Nothing but some eggs and coffee." The cook assumed an air of aloofness, as if the entire affair were totally foreign to any interest or concern of hers.Laura dismissed her, saying that she would see to it.

"We'll have to go out and get some things," she said.

"We'll all go.I'm tired of staying in the house.""No, I've a better scheme," announced Landry."I'll invite you all out to dine with me.I know a place where you can get the best steak in America.It has stopped raining.See," he showed her the window.

"But, Landry, we are all so dirty and miserable.""We'll go right now and get there early.There will be nobody there, and we can have a room to ourselves, Oh, it's all right," he declared."You just trust me.""We'll see what Page and Aunt Wess' say.Of course Aunt Wess' would have to come.""Of course," he said."I wouldn't think of asking you unless she could come."A little later the two sisters, Mrs.Wessels, and Landry came out of the house, but before taking their car they crossed to the opposite side of the street, Laura having said that she wanted to note the effect of her parlour curtains from the outside.

"I think they are looped up just far enough," she declared.But Landry was observing the house itself.

"It is the best-looking place on the block," he answered.

In fact, the house was not without a certain attractiveness.It occupied a corner lot at the intersection of Huron and North State streets.

Directly opposite was St.James' Church, and at one time the house had served as the rectory.For the matter of that, it had been built for just that purpose.Its style of architecture was distantly ecclesiastic, with a suggestion of Gothic to some of the doors and windows.The material used was solid, massive, the walls thick, the foundation heavy.It did not occupy the entire lot, the original builder seeming to have preferred garden space to mere amplitude of construction, and in addition to the inevitable "back yard," a lawn bordered it on three sides.It gave the place a certain air of distinction and exclusiveness.

Vines grew thick upon the southern walls; in the summer time fuchsias, geraniums, and pansies would flourish in the flower beds by the front stoop.The grass plat by the curb boasted a couple of trees.The whole place was distinctive, individual, and very homelike, and came as a grateful relief to the endless lines of houses built of yellow Michigan limestone that pervaded the rest of the neighbourhood in every direction.

"I love the place," exclaimed Laura."I think it's as pretty a house as I have seen in Chicago.""Well, it isn't so spick and span," commented Page.

"It gives you the idea that we're not new-rich and showy and all."But Aunt Wess' was not yet satisfied.

"_You_ may see, Laura," she remarked, "how you are going to heat all that house with that one furnace, but I declare _I_ don't."Their car, or rather their train of cars, coupled together in threes, in Chicago style, came, and Landry escorted them down town.All the way Laura could not refrain from looking out of the windows, absorbed in the contemplation of the life and aspects of the streets.