"I didn't know you were so fond of the
climate."
"I never think of it as a climate. It's a landscape. It doesn't matter
whether it's hot or cold."
"With the thermometer twenty below, you'd find that it mattered," Alma
persisted.
"Is that the way you feel about St. Barnaby, too, Mrs. Leighton?" Beaton
asked, with affected desolation.
"I shall be glad enough to go back in the summer," Mrs. Leighton
conceded.
"And I should be glad to go now," said Beaton, looking at Alma. He had
the dummy of 'Every Other Week' in his hand, and he saw Alma's eyes
wandering toward it whenever he glanced at her. "I should be glad to go
anywhere to get out of a job I've undertaken," he continued, to Mrs.
Leighton. "They're going to start some sort of a new illustrated
magazine, and they've got me in for their art department. I'm not fit for
it; I'd like to run away. Don't you want to advise me a little, Mrs.
Leighton? You know how much I value your taste, and I'd like to have you
look at the design for the cover of the first number: they're going to
have a different one for every number. I don't know whether you'll agree
with me, but I think this is rather nice."
He faced the dummy round, and then laid it on the table before Mrs.
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