When London Sleeps — page 164: what you’re looking at

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pe | A A MORNING OF SUNSHINE. —«159 Sammy isn’t a beauty certainly, but he’s a good, honest little chap and as brave as a lion.”’ “Oh, I know that he behaved like a hero the -other night, but—but——.”’ “Well, but what?’ Carrie sniffed suspiciously. “I'd like to ask him a question or two when I get eChatice, 2: Just then the door in the garden wall opened, and the young man they were speaking of came _ briskly up the path. ‘Well, now you’ll have it,’’ said Mrs. Jones, as she recognized him. “‘Good-morning, Mrs. J.’’ called. out Sammy blithely. ‘‘Carrie, embrace your honeyboy.”’ ‘‘Not I,’’ replied that perverse young lady, curtly turning her back. | “Oh! Sorry I don’t suit!’ returned Sammy, calmly. He was beginning-to become accustomed to her various moods, and they did not trouble him as they once did. “‘T see you two are going to havea tiff,’’ said Mrs, Jones rising heavily. ‘‘Fight it out, dears, and Pll go to Queenie in the garden.’’ She waddled calmly away, leaving the two young people to their own devices. But it did not prove much of a tiff after all. The fact was, Carrie was jealous, and she insisted upon a full and true account of his doings at Helliwell Mansion on that eventful night. But when Sammy had solemnly sworn that he had not spoken to a single member of the female co 3 =) icbooks.