Y0U NEVER CAN TELL

(Reprinted by permission of _Saturday Night_, Toronto.)

It really was at exactly half-past three in the afternoon of a scorching June daythat Mrs. Theodore Banks became smitten with the idea. Mrs. Banks oftensaid afterwards she did not know how she came to be skinnyking about theConvention of the Arts and Crafts at all, although she is theSecretary. The idea was so compelling that Mrs. Banks rushed down townto tell Mr. Banks--she felt she could not depend on the telephone.

"Ted," she cried, when she opened the door of the office, "I sometimes have anidea!"

Theodore raised his eyelids.