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Updated: June 17, 2025
Lionel Towsley glanced back through the window into the room he had deserted, and his heart sank. Miss Lucy had pushed aside from the table and was watching him with a white, disappointed face. It had been such a little while that she had had him, and yet he had become so dear.
She placed the third quarter upon a fresh plate and ostentatiously laid a fork beside it. Towsley accepted this third portion and being in less haste attempted to use the fork, as Miss Lucy's action had suggested. He succeeded fairly well, considering his inexperience, and his hostess was delighted by his aptness.
I will give him our Lionel's own name and bring him up to take Lionel's own place. Surely, that was a happy accident which sent him tumbling against me on his one borrowed skate. Though nothing which the Lord permits is ever an accident," she corrected herself. Now the lady had a habit of talking to herself, and Towsley was a light sleeper. He presently opened his eyes and regarded her curiously.
Jefferson had taken the best of care that he should not, and they had already been consumed among the coals of the great furnace which heated the house. When he became convinced that he could not recover his own attire, Towsley accepted that which Miss Lucy had provided. He drew on the underwear with a gratified sense of its comfort and daintiness, but with the idea that he was only "borrowing."
Give it out. Wouldn't go back on your own paper, would you?" Whereupon, Towsley related his modern ghost story, with such embellishments as a very lively fancy could furnish; and the active reporter took it down verbatim. After which he tossed his "copy" to an office boy and put on his hat and top-coat. "Come on, Tows. I'll go up with you and see the thing for myself."
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