When London Sleeps — page 205: what you’re looking at

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200 FOR DEAR LIFE’S SAKE. large fortune has been left me in trust for those who © sorrow and are heavy laden. Itis late. Good-night now, till to-morrow.’’ ‘*Good-night.”’ Queenie hesitated an inappreciable instant, and then, going quickly to the side of the poor, erring girl, she raised her head and kissed her on the lips. “‘Good-night, sister.’’ Crying softly, Maudie went from the room. *‘Poor Maudie,’’ said Leila, sympathetically, while her brown eyes were big with wonder. ‘‘Why does she cry, kind lady ?”’ ‘Because. she has heard good news,’’ replied Queenie, putting her arm about the child and draw- ing her toward her. ‘‘We do not always cry because we are sad.”’ Leila could not quite comprehend this. ““Poor mamma does,’? she declared. ‘‘And she eried so hard to-night, lady.”’ Queenie thought it was better to change the subject. . “You must not call me that,’ she said, witha smile. ‘‘ You must say my name—Queenie.”’ ‘Oh, what a pretty name!’’ exclaimed Leila ad- | mitingly. ‘‘And it just suits you, for you look like one of the beautiful queens I read about in my fairy tales.’? “You little flatterer!’? said Queenie, laughing, and kissing her. She was beginning to feel ‘very much attached to this gentle little creature. ‘‘But come now, you must go to bed. It is very late for little girlies to be up.”” | , comicbooks.co a 3S S. ne