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A SOCIAL METECR. 23 ally came across one I used to call ‘Dottie,’ and would you believe it ? all the old affection for her came back to me. I took her in my arms and cried over her, actually.” “Was she in good condition ?” asked Georgie, quickly. “Mercy, no! She was dreadfully dilapidated ; she had only one arm, no legs, and if I remember correctly, one side of her face was smashed in, poor dear. Her curls, too—those lovely golden ringlets which had been my pride and delight— were quite moth-eaten. And yet I had loved her so that even then, grown woman that I was, I could not help being moved by the sight of her.” “And therein lies the difference between ‘Dottie’ and Jack,” answered Georgie; “she was your com- panion, until you discarded her, and then, when you found her again, she may have been battered out of all recognition, but it was by your childish hands. One half of her face may have been gone, but the other half smiled at you just as tenderly as ever, did it not? Jack left me voluntarily, - without the slightest reason that I ever could dis- cover, and I never wish to see him again. Yet, I dare say, if he were in trouble and called on me to aid him I would not refuse. That sounds weak, Gomicbooks (E(@)