Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby

"You and I have been married nearly seven years," Margaret Kirby reflected bitterly, "and I suppose we are as near hating each other as two civilized people ever were!" She did not say it aloud. The Kirbys had long ago given up any discussion of their attitude to each other. But as the thought came into her mind she eyed her husband-lounging moodily in her motor-car, as they swept home through the winter twilight-with hopeless, mutinous irritation.