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 brought her own furniture from Muttle-Deeping," said Pollyooly, somewhat apathetically. The subject, at the moment, had little interest for her; she was awaiting sentence.

The Honorable John Ruffin's face cleared. "That does simplify matters," he said in a cheerful tone. "Now I have had a great deal of experience for my years—which are not as many, Pollyooly, as I am sure you believe—and my advice to a young man or young woman beginning the world is first of all to have a good address. That's what you need, Pollyooly—a good address."

"Yes, sir," said Pollyooly.

"How would it be if you came to live here?"

"But—but aren't I to go? Are you keeping me on, sir?" stammered Pollyooly; and she stared at him with amazed eyes, as if she could not believe her ears, which was, indeed, the case.

"Of course, I'm keeping you on," said the Honorable John Ruffin in some surprise. "Your transcendent power of grilling bacon has touched my heart. Besides, for generations my family has been patrons of genius."

In her relief Pollyooly gave a great gasp, and then