“I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. Looking for something, or someone, probably. “Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. This young man did not drink because he sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle.
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