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"Yes; but he's very busy. Have you an appointment?" "No I got leave unexpectedly. Just take him my card, will you?" The clerk handed the card to another clerk, who passed it to an office-boy, who disappeared with it behind a heavy oaken door. He came back presently. "Mr. M'Clinton will see you in ten minutes, if you can wait, sir." "I'll wait," said Bob, sitting down upon a high stool.

"Well, when you start calling me such a thing as 'worthy, it's time I left and got dressed for tea," said her brother, rising slowly. "English mail ought to be in, by the way; I'm wondering what old Mr. M'Clinton will say when he hears we were burned out in our first season." "He'll wish he'd sent us to the snows of Canada, where such things don't happen on New Year's day," Tommy said.

The sooner he's away somewhere, earning his own living in a proper manner, the better for every one; and it'll be many a long day before he can give you as good a home as you've got now." She paused for breath. "Anyhow, he's not going to have the chance," she finished grimly. "Is Mr. M'Clinton in?" The clerk, in a species of rabbit hutch, glanced out curiously at the young flying officer.

M'Clinton and Eliza, who tugged her upwards. Between the two parties she was beginning to think she would be torn to pieces, when suddenly came swooping from the clouds an areoplane, curiously like a wheelbarrow, and in it Bob, who leaned out as he dived, grasped her by the hair, and swung her aboard with him.

And don't even mention the word 'Australia' this week, just in case your eye dances unconsciously, and sets people thinking! I think you'd better cultivate a downtrodden look, at any rate until Mrs Rainham is out of the house; at present you look far too cheerful to be natural doesn't she, sir?" "You have to see to it that she does not look downtrodden again, after this week," said Mr. M'Clinton.

"My sister, I mean, sir. Her name's Cecilia, but, of course, we've never called her that. Even Aunt Margaret called her Tommy." Mr. M'Clinton made no reply. He thought deeply for a few moments. Then he looked up, and there was a glint of kindness in his hard grey eyes. "I think you had better tell me all about it, Captain Rainham. Would it assist you to smoke?"

M'Clinton, and blushed scarlet. Both men laughed. "The good lady had something of the same effect on me," Mr. M'Clinton admitted. "I found her a very terrible person. Cheer up, Miss Tommy, you've nearly finished with her. And, now, what about getting you away?" Cecilia turned to her brother. "What am I to do, Bob?" "We'll have to go to Liverpool on Friday," Bob replied promptly.

He looked at them, and finally at Tommy, his eyes dancing. "What's up, old man?" Jim asked. "Not your stepmother coming out?" "England couldn't spare her," Bob said. "But the sky has fallen, for all that. Just listen to old M'Clinton. ". . . It was with deep regret that I learned from you and from Mr. Linton of the calamity which had befallen you on New Year's day.

You lived on your pay?" "Flying pay's pretty good," said Bob. "And there was always Tommy to think of, you know, sir. I had to put something away for her, in case I crashed." "Dear me," said Mr. M'Clinton. "Your aunt had great confidence in you as a boy, and it seems she was justified.

"So did I. But the General's wire says Liverpool, so it seems we don't," said Bob. "And that she-dragon is going there too!" "I don't think you need really worry," Mr. M'Clinton said drily. "Liverpool is not exactly a village. The chances are that if you went there, trying to meet some one, you would hunt for him for a week in vain.