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You see, I was brought up to esteem learning, and we seldom meet one of your eminence we are so completely out of the world here it is a great pleasure to us " Footsteps just outside of the screen-door announced the return of the girl, who entered composedly, followed by a young man. Her manner was cold, her glance aloof, as she greeted Serviss. "I'm glad you came," she said.

Then, gliding down-stairs, she tried each screen-door in turn, till she found one unlatched, and escaped into the black August night. Pitch-black to man's eyes, it was simply gray to her, and she glided through the disgusting shrubbery and flower-beds, took a final nip at that one little bush that had been an attractive spot in the garden, and boldly took her back track of the spring.

He climbed the steps into the Planter's Bank and opened the screen-door. The cashier glanced up briefly, but continued busily at his ledger. Peter walked shakenly to the barred window in the grill. "Mr. Hooker." "Very busy now, Peter," came the high voice. "I want to know about this deed." The banker was nimbly setting down long rows of figures. "No time to explain deeds, Peter."

Outside a passer-by stopped and stared; a couple joined him; half a dozen small boys' nose sprang into life, flattened against the glass; and snatches of conversation borne on the summer breeze drifted in through the screen-door. "Lookada long hair on a kid!" "Where'd yuh get 'at stuff? 'At's a bearded lady he just finished shavin'." But Bernice saw nothing, heard nothing.

The words came hesitatingly. He nodded in the direction of the screen-door. "Yes. I would like to talk with you." Again the direct straightforward manner of speaking. Dickie Lang started at once for the office, walking across the floor with quick impatient steps. Gregory held the door open and as the girl brushed by him, he saw her flash a glance to the door of his father's office beyond.

Mr Noot, being short-sighted, did not see how lightly the punishments of these ancient races passed over the heads of his dozing audience, and was bringing the long lesson to a properly dramatic close when the unexpected happened: the screen-door opened and a stranger entered.

When the screen-door swung behind them, one of the men at the counter asked of the attendant: "Now, what did that mean?" "Exactly what you saw," replied he, rather curtly. "We're accustomed to it here. Hardly a day passes, this hot weather, but she's picking up some poor, god-forsaken mortal and bringing him in. Then she comes behind the counter herself and fixes up a drink to suit the occasion.

At the kitchen door she turned to speak to the help. "Sary, bring out the bread and jam, will you?" Sary had filled a deep dish with dry cereal and held it in one hand. She took up the coffee-pot with the other and' ran to get out of the screen-door which had been flung open by her mistress.

No, but they would tie a white cloth round her neck lest any of her blood nonsense hair should get on her clothes. "All right, Bernice," said Warren quickly. With her chin in the air she crossed the sidewalk, pushed open the swinging screen-door, and giving not a glance to the uproarious, riotous row that occupied the waiting bench, went up to the fat barber. "I want you to bob my hair."

Her trilling laughter smote upon his reverie, and he stepped to the screen-door, through which he could see her running down the path to the beach. At her heels ran two of her sailors, Papehara and Mahameme, in scarlet lava-lavas, with naked sheath-knives gleaming in their belts. It was another sample of her wilfulness.