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 "Sure. Want me to go with you?"

"No. I'm not afraid now." There was a new note in her voice. She was almost the girl who had played the ukulele aboard the Burma. "I'll go up right away. Gee, Eddie, nothing matters now. When will we be married?"

"In the morning. We'll go down to City Hall and do it. I'll take the day off. Gosh, Dot, I'm happy, too. I never thought you'd—"

The rest of the sentence was lost as she flung her arms around him and kissed him. She ran up the stairs quickly and laughed down at him from the first landing. She had forgotten that she was a bad girl. Eddie had made everything all right.

"Good night, Kid."

"Good night, Eddie—darling."

Dot found Edna Driggs in the apartment. She was hanging curtains, or at least that is what she would have said she was doing. Really she was standing six feet away from the curtains telling Jim to pull up a little on the left side. Mr. Haley was reading the third installment of a thrilling serial.

"Hello, daughter," said he. "Are your feet wet? Better change your clothes at once."

"Oh, I'm all right." Dot brushed his solicitude lightly aside. She waved to Edna as she passed through the front room to lay her hat and coat away. Jim and she exchanged no greeting.

Dot lingered a while in her room, eyeing herself curiously in the mirror. Her eyes gleamed with unusual brightness, and Dot admitted to herself that any one who looked at her would know that she was carrying a secret which had suddenly become a very gladsome secret. She combed her hair vigorously. She felt terribly alive. She wanted to take a long walk or become otherwise energeti-