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"Georgie" listen to such confidences as Georgie's from them. She was an old-fashioned little girl, and I wondered rather where Georgie's outpourings would end. But she was certainly pretty. Her unusually pale hair and dark brows, made one think of old miniatures of the powder days.

"Wasn't it noble of him to come to the rescue of the boy in that splendid, unselfish way?" she asked.

I hesitated.

"Very," said I. "Oh, very noble! But I can't help wondering how his mother will like this last proof of his nobility."

"His mother is a darling," Diana Leigh said warmly. "She will be glad to save the dear boy. I am sure any person with a heart would. Georgie ought to have told her the truth at once, though, and I told him so before dinner. It is always best to tell the truth from the very beginning. Putting things off is such weakness, don't you think? Such a terrible snare."

I surveyed her with some amusement. 140