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 straighten her lip. We must find another taxi.

Two taxis stood by the kerb but both were silver grey.

We must find a cherry cab. . ..

They walked towards Fifth Avenue. Several cabs passed them but all the cherry cabs were occupied. They always were, Alice explained drearily.

We may as well walk home, Alice conceded.

When may I see you again?

Of course, I must pay you the hundred dollars.

I'd forgotten all about that. I don't want the money. I want to see you.

It is a debt. I'll send it to you. . . I don't know your address.

Harold wrote it out on a card.

I want to see you, he pleaded. Won't you write me that I may call?

Oh! no, no! She was positive. Papa would question me. He would want to know where I had met you.

What shall we do?

I don't know. I can't meet you again. I can't invite you to the house. . . . Don't think me ungrateful. . . I simply can't. And you mustn't telephone me again. I was so afraid last night. Nobody heard. . . but if they had!

Harold's expression was rueful. I must see you, he urged. Don't you want to see me?

You have been very kind to me.