"When he started home, he said, 'Well, what shall we do Sunday?'
"'Nothing, together. You are married.'
"'Well, I don't get any fun out of it, do I?'
"'No, maybe not. But I have a hunch I won't get much fun out of it,
either.'
"'I forgot about the parsonage.' He considered a moment. 'All right,
I'll hunt her up and have her get a divorce,' he volunteered cheerfully.
"He was very puzzled and perplexed when I vetoed that. He says I can't
have the true artistic temperament, I am so ghastly religious. At any
rate, I have not seen him since, and have not answered his notes. Now,
don't weep over me, Carol, and think my young affections were trifled
with. They weren't--because they didn't have time. But I am not
taking any chances.
"Henceforth I get my sentiment second hand.
"The girl at our table, Emily Jarvis, who is a spherist, attributes all
the good fortune that has come to you and David to the fact that at
heart you are in harmony with the spheres. You don't know what a
spherist is, and neither do I. But it includes a lot of musical terms,
and metaphors, and is something like Christian Science and New Thought,
only more so. Spherists believe in a life of harmony, and somehow or
other they get the spheres back of it, and believe in immaterial
matter, and that all physical manifestations are negative, and the only
positive, or affirmative, is 'harmony.
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