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 glanced at the clock, and smiled quite pleasantly as they stood face to face upon the threshold.

"I'm sorry," said Jan, not as though he were unduly sorry, but yet without a moment's thought.

"That's all right, Tiger!" replied young Petrie, brightly. "But I wouldn't lose my wool again, if I were you. It don't pay, Tiger, you take my tip."