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Graham nodded to me kindly as I passed out, and I left the office with the comfortable feeling that I had done a good day's work for myself, as well as for my employers. A man who had apparently been loitering in the hall followed me into the elevator. "This is Mr. Lester, isn't it?" he asked, as the car started to descend. "Yes," I said, looking at him in surprise.
Mighty hard work getting a man away from a red-haired girl!" Where her courage came from Joy did not know. But as she heard Viola she sat up straight. And a light came into her eyes the light of battle. "You can come in by the front door, if you'd rather be grand," offered Phyllis, "but the only door we can coax the car anywhere near is the side one. And we had to cut that through."
Don't let me know. But take the ticket, and do as I ask." The official looked wise for a minute, then took the ticket and passed on. "Dodd" and Mr. Bright sat in the same seat in the car till the train was ready to go. Not much was said; for the time of words was not then. But just as the bell rang for leaving, the elder man took the hand of the younger, and clasped it almost passionately.
The sound disturbed him, bringing premonitions of the city's unrest. He determined to stay out for the night. It was restful his car would not arrive until late the next afternoon there was no reason why he should not. He found a little wayside hotel whose weather-beaten sign was ancient enough to promise "entertainment for man and beast." "Just what I want," he declared.
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"The men have got on nicely with their work. Lane has taken advantage of your being away to give the car a thorough overhaul, and and I think that is all, sir. There are a few letters waiting for you. I'll get them." From whom this letter? Whose hand this? He wondered. He had never seen "Her" writing before, yet instinct told him that this was hers.
When Ruth's car finally reached the station house it was almost eleven o'clock. The policeman took the automobile party inside the station. It was bitter cold in the room, for the winter chill had fallen with the close of the December day. The fire had died out in the air-tight iron stove in the room, and Mollie, Ruth and Grace could hardly keep from shivering.
"Which reminds me," continued Betty, apropos of nothing at all, "that we have a whole holiday which we can spend just exactly as we please." "Yes, where shall we go?" cried Amy eagerly. "I thought maybe we could take Mollie's car and and " Three pairs of curious eyes were focused upon her as she hesitated. "And what?" they queried in chorus.
She was aroused from her musing by his confession. "You do? Now ain't that just like you? I'd have bet you did that. Well, keep on, son. It's good stuff." Her serious mood seemed to pass. She was presently exchanging tart repartee with the New York villains who had perched in a row on the fence to be funny about that long continued holding of hands in the motor car.
He fell in with a couple o' friends on the steamer, and they took him up to the Commercial Hotel." As Peterson was curious to know how Dick was faring, he agreed to accompany Sam and Tom to the hotel, and all three boarded a handy street car for that purpose. "I wish to see my brother, Dick Rover," said Tom to the clerk at the desk.
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