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 tented, being treated to an expensive "sundae." He had looked in the window with such a shocked expression that she had laughed. Poor Billy, he had eyes just like a good dog's. She felt so sorry for him that she made up her mind to send Jimmy to his boarding house that evening with a note to come on over and see her. At that there was always a kick in making up with a fellow even though you weren't really crazy about him.

Mrs. Flynn had made dumplings that evening to garnish the stew but they were cold and soggy by the time Minnie reached home. It was the first night dinner had ever been delayed for any one member of the Flynn household; but not even Nettie complained as she sat darning a pair of Minnie's stockings.

"I wonder if she'll bring Al home, ma?" Nettie asked, as she glanced into the mirror to see if her hair would meet with Minnie's approval.

"I hope not," Mrs. Flynn replied. "My dinner's absolutely ruined."

"Don't you think Minnie would rather we'd not wait for her?" ventured Mr. Flynn who had been hungry so long that a dull pain gnawed at the pit of his stomach.

They all pounced upon him.

"My God, pa, I'd think you'd have the decency to make that little sacrifice for Minnie. I'd like to bet you'll be the first one to ask favors of her when she gets fifty per."

"Don't, Nettie, your father eats his lunch early and I give Minnie all the meat that was left over for hers. You was stuffin' all the afternoon on pretzels," Mrs. Flynn added accusingly, "it's easy enough for you to wait for your dinner."