You know
he has the most wonderful dreams. There was one about a whale--it
was appallingly vivid."
"But you don't bet on all these miraculous whales and things?"
"Oh no. The whale was a little too much for me. But I thought I'd
take a chance on the number eight, it didn't seem quite so
apocryphal."
"But why did you select such a ridiculous combination? It isn't
likely that the eight will come out three times in four."
"It's the number of my automobile license." Kirk sighed at the
memory of his new French car. "You don't object to such gambling?"
"Hardly," laughed Edith, "when I have a ticket for the same
drawing. Every one does it, you know."
"If I win the capital prize I'll come to the next party and claim
all the dances you will allow me."
"Not much encouragement in that for a lonely lady."
"Oh, I'm the luckiest chap in the world. The drawing comes off
next Sunday, and it happens that I've been shifted to No. 6 for a
few trips, so I'll have a chance to see the fun."
"If you were a little less quixotic and weren't so remarkably
afraid of getting more than your deserts, you could come to all
these dances."
"I'm sorry," he acknowledged, "but I have to do things in my own
way."
It was a welcome change for him to sleep as late as he wished on
Sunday morning, and he enjoyed the privilege to the full.
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