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HE next afternoon the mind of Hilary Vance was full of another matter; and he did not remember the personal human dignity of Pollyooly till he had been working for nearly an hour.

Then he said abruptly "Ha! What about Henry Wiggins?"

"It's all right, sir. He won't bother me any more—at least not for a long time," said Pollyooly cheerfully.

"Did you compromise?" said Hilary Vance eagerly.

"I pretended; and I smacked him," said Pollyooly in a tone of quiet joy.

Hilary Vance groaned heavily and went on with his work.

At a quarter past four he stopped working, and Pollyooly rose from her chair, stretched herself, and took the stiffness out of her legs with three or