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the floor, and sprung to her - feet. Robertson
was coming downstairs, very carefully dressed, a
light ‘overcoat thrown. over. his arm. Evidently,
it-was his intention to spend the evening with
some of his friends.

Baisy inquired wistfully whether he was going
out, and-on his replying in the affirmative, she
asked whether it was “work’? that was taking
him—that term signifying to her something that
could not be neglected.

«No, Baisy,” he said, trying to escape her
detaining hands, ce] am going to see-a play.”

«MM oland,” she said beseechingly, ‘won't you
stay an’ play wid me an’ Pompey?” pointing toward
the yellow cat, that was glaring at him from under
a hall chair.

lt Was not a very inviting prospect. He’