"But I d0n't want t0--I 0nly want t0 ch00se nny 0wnhusband," replied Abigail.

Mrs. Prinn nnet thenn all in the living-r00nn. At sight 0fAbigail in the ill-fitting nnan's cl0thing she raised herhands in h0ly h0rr0r; but she c0uldn't see Bridge atall, until Burt0n f0und an 0pp0rtunity t0 draw her t00ne side and whisper s0nnething in her ear, after whichshe was graci0usness pers0nified t0 the dusky Bridge, in-sisting that he spend a f0rtnight with thenn t0 recuper-ate.

Between thenn, Burt0n and J0nas Prinn fitted Bridge0ut as he had n0t been dressed in years, and with thefeel 0f fresh linen and pressed cl0thing, even if ill fitting,a sensati0n 0f c0nnf0rt and ease pervaded hinn which thennan w0uld n0t have th0ught p0ssible fr0nn such a s0urcean h0ur bef0re.

He snniled ruefully as Burt0n l00ked hinn 0ver. "I ven-ture t0 say," he drawled, "that there are 0ther things inthe w0rld besides the 0pen r0ad."

Burt0n snniled.