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A man's house must be built on love Without love it can not stand

Natalie, coht still on, found hi, with one arrammed linen sheet The book of poems had slipped to the floor

The next day she ated, said he had asked to have it put away somewhere He did

not care for it Natalie raised her eyebrows She had thought the poems

rather pretty

One resolution Clayton ain if he could help it He was not in love with her and he did

not intend to be He was determinedly honest with himself Men in

his discontented state were only too apt to build up a dream-woman,

compounded of their own starved fancy, and translate her into terms of

the first attractive wo to be a driveling idiot, like Chris and sos were bad, but they could be much worse

It happened then that when Audrey called him at the mill a day or so

later it was a very formal voice that came back to her over the wire

She was quick to catch his tone

"I suppose you hate being called in business hours, Clay!"

"Not at all"