A Social Meteor — page 213: what you’re looking at

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A SOCIAL METEOR. 203 long; so be patient. By the way, you didn’t tell me her name ?” “Mrs. Kirkendale.” They alighted before a large brown stone apartment house, and after climbing two flights of stairs, rang the bell on one side of a door bear- ing the name ‘‘Kirkendale” on a narrow silver plate. A trim little servant answered it, and informed them that Mrs. Kirkendale was not at home, but that she expected her any moment. “Then I think Tl wait a little while,” replied Georgie, promptly. “All right,” said Peter, “you go in, and [ll come back in half an hour. Will that be soon enough ?” Georgie thought it would, and then stepped into the parlor. “Excuse, me, sir, J thought you had gone,” stammered the girl, flushing with consternation, - as a man rose from the sofa, which was partially hidden by a screen, and regarded them question- ingly. - “Tt makes no difference,” he observed, compo- ) sedly, “I But the rest of his sentence was never finished, EONNKE KOOKS (E©)