When London Sleeps — page 163: what you’re looking at

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158 A MORNING OF SUNSHINE. knitting in a big armchair on the porch, found it delightful. A dispatch from Signor Jonesio that very morning had stated that he had reconsidered his idea of giving a supplemental season and had decided to close the show until the following spring. This was good news to them all, for David and Sammy were not obliged to leave their sweethearts, and it gave Queenie an opportunity to insist that her foster mother and sister should remain with her during the winter. Mrs. Jones, who was an independent lady, was at first inclined to demur to this, but, when it was pointed out to ker that Queenie could not live alone, and that she was conferring a favor rather than accepting one, she consented. ‘‘Where’s Queenie, mother ?”’ Mrs. Jones started into full wakefulness to see Carrie standing in the doorway. “Walking in the garden with David. Ah!?? with a sigh of satisfaction, ‘‘seeing them together, one can quite believe in the old saying: Marriages are made in Heaven.”’ “Ah, she’s lucky, she is,’’? said Carrie, a bit enviously, “Mrs. Jones looked up in surprise and reproach. iver since Sammy had so distinguished himself in aiding to save Queenie the motherly old lady had lowered her colors, taken him without reserve to her heart, and was now one of his staunchest chain- pions. i heded ? she said, CUDA CAL y, “And ain't ea comicbooks.com —