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OES it look nice, mother?&quot;

Dick Peyton met her with the question on the threshold, drawing her gaily into the little square room, and adding, with a laugh with a blush in it: &quot;You know she's an uncommonly noticing person, and little things tell with her.&quot;

He swung round on his heel to follow his mother's smiling inspection of the apartment.

&quot;She seems to have all the qualities,&quot; Mrs. Denis Peyton remarked, as her circuit finally brought her to the prettily appointed tea-table.

&quot;All,&quot; he declared, taking the sting from her emphasis by his prompt adoption of it. Dick had always had a wholesome way of thus appropriating to his own use such small shafts of maternal irony as were now