“Yes. Are you disappointed?” asked the smiling youth who had appeared instead of the expected Jimmie.

“I can get over it. How are you, Tony?”

Mr. Anthony Merewether gave her the superfluous assurance that he was in good health. He had the pleasant boyish face and clean-limbed figure of the young Englishman upon whom cares sit lightly. Aline resumed her work demurely. The young man seated himself near by.

“How is Jimmie?”

“Whom are you calling ‘Jimmie’?” asked Aline. “Mr. Padgate, if you please.”

“You call him Jimmie.”

“I’ve called him so ever since I could speak. I think it was one of the first three words I learned. When you can say the sa. . . Read More