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 "Oh, I'll come round! I'll have to rush, but I'll do it."

"I'll send down Francie." And Francie's father crept away.

"And please give her some more money!" her sister called after him.

"Does she keep the money?" George Flack enquired.

"Keep it?" Mr. Dosson stopped as he pushed aside the portière. "Oh you innocent young man!"

"I guess it's the first time you were ever called innocent!" cried Delia, left alone with the visitor.

"Well, I was—before I came to Paris."

"Well, I can't see that it has hurt us. We ain't a speck extravagant."

"Wouldn't you have a right to be?"

"I don't think any one has a right to be," Miss Dosson returned incorruptibly.

The young man, who had seated himself, looked at her a moment. "That's the way you used to talk."

"Well, I haven't changed."

"And Miss Francie—has she?"

"Well, you'll see," said Delia Dosson, beginning to draw on her gloves.

Her companion watched her, leaning forward with his elbows on the arms of his chair and his hands interlocked. At last he said interrogatively: "Bon Marché?"

"No, I got them in a little place I know."

"Well, they're Paris anyway."

"Of course they're Paris. But you can get gloves anywhere."