Kiss me, Puss." Regaining his full height he picked up his storm-coat from the chair where he had flung it, and with the remark to Jack, that he would change his clothes, moved toward the door.

There he beckoned to him, waited until he had reached his side, and whispering in his ear: "Talk to her and cheer her up, Breen.

Poor little girl--she worries so when anything like this happens"-- mounted the stairs to his room.
"Don't worry, Miss Ruth," said Jack in comforting tones as he returned to where she sat.

"We will all pull out yet." "It is good of you to say so," she replied, lifting her head and leaning back so that she could look into his eyes the better, "but I know you don't think so.

Daddy was just getting over his losses on the Susquehanna bridge.