Chapter 4

“I know you’re too nice to be real,” said Jim. “I’m sure I’ve dreamed you. But I hope you’ll get my house furnished before I wake up. And when Isabel comes you’ll love her, too. She’s—she’s—she’s _Isabel_. _Do_ let me talk about her to you. You needn’t answer—you needn’t even let on you hear me—just let me talk.” “Talk, dear lover,” laughed Margaret. She wondered a little at herself. It seemed so easy to chatter with Jim, somehow—as easy as talking to herself. She lay awake quite late that night planning for Jim’s …