The Man in Lonely Land

little charges must come. Would Monsieur pardon? She was so sorry, it was sad, but Madame would not like it. "Oh, of course!" Laine waved his hand. "Good night, Buster!" Channing was toss

air- It's after eight and-" "But I haven't told you what was the specialest thing I had to-" Dor

'attendez pas. Je vous rejoindrai dans un instant. J'ai quelque ch

of despair, left the room; and instantly

alms of her hands she looked up eagerly in his face.

d

about my cousin Claudia. She's my only correspondent, the only one I love to write to, I mean. She writes things I like to hear about, and Christmas she sends me somethin

s cigar toward the grate. "I di

ve clothes like New York people wore, and it might make her feel badly. I heard them talking one night, and father said the Keiths didn't have to depend on their clothes to show where they belonged, so mother

rom a railroad are not apt to be leaders of fashion. Doubtless her han

tters!" Dorothea's shoulders were back and her eyes were shining. "And I

may be, you know, that her eyes will be blue and

I thought you were going to be gla

the truth, o

ot

as glad I would be untruthful;

? Are you too old to be

. Not for some years have I been glad over them, I don't care for gi

x. She told me so in one of her letters.

dle

d if a man isn't truly young. You've got such nice strong arms, and I'm not afraid of lions or tigers or bears or-or mice or anything when you are with me. Please like her

selle Do

ve a French governess to put them to bed and make them say their prayers in French. I don't believe the Lord likes it. Good night, Uncle Winthrop. I hope my cousin Claudia w

ere, Do

ward him. "Did you cal

knees. "Did you say you sa

ning just shuffles his out and runs all the words together so I don'

do you s

in French. One day six of us had a race to see which could

"But I don't like French prayers for little

ne word except in French to Antoinette, and mother likes us to speak it to her, only she is always in such a hurry she forgets half the time. We speak English to father, all right, though; father says French for breakfast is all foolishness, and I think so, too. We ta

hook hi

s already, and Julia says they're going to

iselle D

her uncle's lap. "I

m-ois-elle Doro-thea!'

d night." And this

do for a girl from the country to get into New York alone at this time of night, and, of course, he would have to meet her; but why did she come at this hour of night? Ringing fo

. Warrick's

nd clear, and carried easily to where he stoo

ain must have been a little earlier than usual, ma'm. Mr. Warrick is out of town, and Mrs. Warrick had a pressing engagement which couldn't be denied, but she left messages for you, and I think a

! My Cousin Claudia! I

so g

t morning followed the kisses next hea

d you're glad. It's so nice to