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Neale had slipped out after last speaking. He came in all of a bustle, stamping the snow from his feet on the hall rug. "It's begun, girls!" he cried. "Ye-es," admitted Tess, gravely. "I know it's begun; but I don't see how I am ever going to finish it." "Oh, dear me, Tess! Let that old composition go for to-night," begged Agnes. "Do you mean it has begun to snow, Neale?"
"Leave it to her," insisted George in an expiring gasp of bravado. "You'd ask her yourself?" "Ye-es " "And let it stand on her answer?" "Wel-l " "Here she comes now," added P. Sybarite, glancing up the street. "Quick, now; you've only a minute to decide. Is it a bet?" With a gesture of brave decision, George returned his money to his pocket.
"Have you forgotten something?" Stuart looked back at the front door in momentary indecision. "Ye-es," he answered. "I did forget something. But it doesn't matter," he added, cheerfully, taking Sloane's arm. "Come on," he said, "and so Seldon made a hit, did he? I am glad and tell me, old man, how long will we have to wait at Gib for the P. & O.?"
"Ye-es," breathed Miss Pilgrim. "Ye-es." He smiled at her. He had a corner of the rug unfolded now and draped over his bent knee. His hand stroked it delicately; the blank light from the window let its coloring show in its just values. Mr. Baruch, with the dregs of his smile yet curving his lips, scanned it without too much appearance of interest.
He sent the check for the tickets with the maddest letter you ever saw; and he accused me of refusing him in a cold and ignoring manner. And I'd torn up the letter, the way I always do, and so I couldn't prove anything about it to him. But he didn't come to the fair. Ye-es, I suppose that was a proposal. The man ought to know, shouldn't he?"
"Hello," greeted Billy tentatively, eying the other measuringly because he was a stranger. "Pretty soft going, ain't it?" He referred to the half-thawed trail. "Ye-es," hesitated the other, glancing diffidently down at the trail and then up at the neighboring line of disconsolate, low hills. "Ye-es, it is."
"Why didn't you people cheer General Buller when he came in?" we asked later. "Oh, was that General Buller?" they inquired. "We didn't recognize him." "But you knew he was a general officer, you knew he was the first of the relieving column?" "Ye-es, but we didn't know who he was."
Gilman, to urge him to answer the detective in the affirmative. "Ye-es, sir. Since you are so confoundedly inquisitive, I am sailing to-night. I shall sail as soon as the tide serves," said Mr. Gilman hurriedly and fiercely, and then glanced again at Audrey for further approval. "Where for?" Mr. Hurley demanded. "Where I please, sir," Mr. Gilman snorted.
No, it isn't a bit tight are you perfectly certain there's no powder behind my ears, Célestine? Now, please try to fasten the collar without pulling all my hair down. Ye-es, I think that will do, Célestine. Well, it's very nice of you to say so, but I don't believe I much fancy myself in yellow, after all."
"I think it is something for a man of no reputation at all to have a chance to be heard in such a connection," she replied a little tartly. "Ye-es." Bobby rose with provoking deliberation. "And it is also possible, Mrs. Avalons, that when we are thankful even to be charted in Woodlawn, Mr. Arlt's name may be a good deal better known than it is now.
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