It was late hour when Ken arrived home. As he alighted from his car, he caught sight of Mrs. Fanny staring down to him through the window of the scarcely lit room. He could see her figure from his standing point and he could tell she had a towel across her bust; possibly she just had her bath and waiting hopefully for his arrival. Before he drove home after his arrival at the airport, he stopped at a grocery store and got her a sweet-smelling decorated flower, which he would use to pacify ...