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 little gloved hand, "but at the last moment she said she couldn't come. But she's here in town with the Blakes however. Aren't you disappointed?"

Hart mumbled something.

"Oh, anybody would be," replied Miss Bliss, as if she caught his meaning. "She's just immense, isn't she?"

"She's a very nice young lady," returned Mr. Hart, "and very pretty."

Then Miss Bliss began to cross-question him the football team.

They took quite a long drive and Mr. Bliss's chief pleasure seemed to be in turning around and saying over his shoulder:

"That's where Mr. So-and-so lives. This is the residence of Mr. Somebody-else,"—to all of which Hart responded, although why it should be of great interest to the old gentleman, he could not see.

When they returned to the Blisses' house, which was a very neat wooden dwelling, with a slate mansard roof, Hart was shown to a little back room all blue chintz and white furniture. The surroundings were very odd, but it gave him an indescribable pleasure. To his surprise