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"So would I. Besides, it's healthy exercise," returned the boy. The Massanets occupied the second floor of a modest little flat of six rooms. It was a cheerful home, and Mrs. Massanet, a pleasant, middle-aged Frenchwoman, greeted Richard cordially. "You are indeed welcome, Mistair Dare," she said, with a beaming face. "Francois have tole me everything of you, and I feel as eef I know you long."
I thought you were in collusion with him, because you were seen in his company." "By that detective, I suppose." "Do you know him?" asked the book merchant, in much surprise. "Not much; Frank Massanet told me of him." And Richard related the particulars. "But did not Norris try to get me out of a position?" he added. "Yes no I don't know." Mr.
Frank had told her of the street urchin and the letters, and she was anxious to hear about the result of Richard's visit to Doc Linyard's, trusting it had been good. Richard related the particulars. He did not mention Norris; and finally the talk drifted around to Pep, the street urchin. "I feel sorry for him," said Mattie Massanet.
A warm friendship sprang up between Frank Massanet and Richard a friendship that was destined to bear important results. The stock-clerk, though Richard's superior in the business, acted more like a chum, and in the evenings the two, accompanied by Mattie Massanet, walked, talked, played games, or listened to Mrs. Massanet's music on the flutina, and were all but inseparable.
And Pep felt much relieved. "You must come up Sunday," put in Frank. "Come up to dinner, same as you were going to." "Thank you, Mr. Massanet, I will," replied Pep. "My uncle expects both of you down soon, too." And they separated, Pep being on his way to Frying Pan Court to get a few treasured belongings that still remained there.
"I told no one anything of the kind," replied Richard briefly, though he could readily understand the mistake under which Norris was laboring. "Yes, you did." "No, I did not." "Oh, come, I know better. If you didn't, who did? Massanet wasn't here." "That's true, too; but, nevertheless, I didn't tell Mr. Mann." "You're a " began the shipping-clerk passionately. "Here! here!
Martin's window dressing had always been of the plain, old- fashioned kind, not altogether suited to the present times. He only put in a few staple articles and left them unchanged for a long time. But Frank Massanet proceeded on different lines, and when he and Richard had finished the improvement was apparent.
"I'm on the best of terms with every one in the establishment but Massanet, and I'd like to be with him, only he's so awfully slow." "Frank Massanet is a very nice fellow," said Richard stoutly. "Oh, yes too nice for me, though. But let that pass. Everybody has his peculiarities. Have a smoke?" And Norris pulled two strong-looking cigars from his vest pocket. "I'm much obliged," replied the boy.
Mrs. Massanet had the peculiar French accent of the province of Lorraine, and Richard frequently experienced difficulty in understanding her, but her motherly way soon put him at ease, and in a few minutes he felt perfectly at home. "This is my sister," said Frank, as a tall, dark-eyed girl of sixteen entered. "Mattie, this is Richard Dare."
"I know the very person!" exclaimed Richard. "He has had just the experience you desire, and I can get him at once, too." And Richard told Mr. Martin about Frank Massanet. "Ah, yes, Mr. Williams mentioned him to me. Do you think he can come to-day?" "Yes, sir. I'll go at once and find out." "Do so; I'll promise that you shall lose nothing by it," returned Mr. Martin.
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