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His exaggerated expressions of affection for herself were only a part of this ebullient sense of romance. But he was amusing. "Bon soir, papillon!" he said at her gate. "How about a meet to-morrow? Tie a pink scarf to thy casement if thy jailer sleeps. Seriously, leave us meet, kid. Leave us go inter Bonestell's with the crowd watto? I'll wait for youse outside the Library at three."

Meeting her in Bonestell's, he paid for her chocolate sundae, and on their way up Main Street they stopped in the Library, so that Miss Fanny saw them.

Between the acts the delicious exchange of confidences between herself and Rodney went on; they nibbled Bonestell's chocolates from a striped paper bag as they talked, and when the final curtain fell on a ringing line there were real tears of pleasure in Martie's eyes. "Oh, Rodney this is LIVING!" she whispered, as they filed slowly out. Sally and Lydia had considerately disappeared. Mrs.

At five they would go to Bonestell's drug store, and sit in a row at the soda counter, and drink effervescent waters pleasingly mingled with fruit syrups and an inferior quality of ice cream. Five o'clock was the hour for "sodas," neither half-past four nor half-past five was at all the same thing in the eyes of Monroe's young people.

"You go to Dutch's because it's right down near Bonestell's and Mallon's and the Pool Parlour!" Leonard shot her a threatening glance, accepted a half-permission, snatched his cap and was gone. The parlour was large, cold, and uncomfortable, its woodwork brown, its walls papered in dark green.

"Say I'm awful sorry to be so late. Gosh! I ran all the way home. I thought you'd be on the late train, Pa, and I waited to walk up with you!" said Lenny, falling upon cooling mutton, boiled potatoes glazed and sticky, and canned corn. "Where did you wait?" his father asked, laying one of his endless traps for an untruth. "Bonestell's," Lenny answered, perceiving and evading it.

Martie would ordinarily have passed it as one unaware of its existence. But it seemed a thoroughly daring and exciting thing to come here to-night; quite another thing from going to the hotel for vanilla ice cream and chocolate even supposing the hotel had kept its dining room open for a change, after the six o'clock supper or to Bonestell's for banana specials. This this was living!

A soft fog had earlier enveloped it; it was rising now; every hour showed more of the encircling brown hills; by noon the school children would rush into a sunshiny world. Shopping women pushed baby-carriages over the crossings; a new generation of boys and girls would swarm to Bonestell's in the late afternoon.

Why, Mama and I walked down to Bonestell's." "Yes, we did, Pa! Yes, we did!" quavered Mrs. Monroe. "Oh, Pa, WHAT IS IT?" "And then what did you do?" he pursued blackly, turning to his wife. "Why why, Martie said she was going to go over to Pittsville and back, just for the ride just to stay on the trolley, Pa!" explained his wife.

She sat down in the kitchen rocker, and Teddy climbed into her lap, and, while she talked with Lydia, distracted her with little kisses, with small hands squeezing her cold cheeks, and with the casual bumping of his hard little head against her face. "I declare it begins to feel Christmassy, Lyd! Did you get down town to see the stores? I never saw anything like Bonestell's in my life.