n, "what are you doing out of b

and her little red slippers dangling half a yard from the floor, she seemed a child. McEachern, looking at her, found it hard to realize that nineteen

the time is?" he s

Molly, severely. "How many cigars do you smoke a day? Sup

g, my dear. That's a bit of adv

. I'm going to stop at ho

im. "But one of these days you're going to marry a p

've been trying hard for hours. I've counted sheep til

arded the erring

ve the brutes

wouldn't mind. You'd just hit them. And they're not brutes-are you, darlings? You're angels, and you nearly burst yourselves

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you send me a

see the country.

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liked the

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re trying to say something, and I want to know what

u were away, and I'm going to leave the force, and take you over to Eng

ll be perfec

a, and, if anybody wants to know anything about me, I'm a man who has made mo

rm a squeeze. He

me. You've been slaving away for me ever since I was born, stinting you

, n

ve you're all skin and bone. Never mind. To-morrow, I'll take you out and buy you the best dinner you've ever had, out of my

't you think you ought to be going to bed? You'l

nding there and staring. He can't believe I've really come back. Father, there was a man on the Lusitania w

her father wrathfully, "I'

. He had a chin rather like yours, father. Besides, you couldn't have g

Then, you didn'

t at me across the railing! Only, whenever I

ari

the way the ship was going, and thinking of some girl in New York

ar. Princes don't trave

been a prince

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ften quite nice

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ill, you don't snore, do you? Aren't you going to bed soon, father? I believe you've been sitting up late and getting into all sorts of bad habits while

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the people you read about in the magazine advertisement

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, my dear.

moment in thought. Then, he drew another cigar from his case, lighted it, and resumed