Send you the shirt. She took his hand in hers. He could scarcely blame her. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. A few more minutes, and she was safe. ” “I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. ‘Both of them so wise after the event.
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