Then, a little bitterly, he added: "No, Arkwright.

I shall keep away if I can.

I _know_ there's no chance for me--now." "Then you'll leave me a clear field ?" bantered the other.
"Of course--'Mary Jane,'" retorted Calderwell, with equal lightness.
"Thank you." "Oh, you needn't," laughed Calderwell.

"My giving you the right of way doesn't insure you a thoroughfare for yourself--there are others, you know.

Billy Neilson has had sighing swains about I her, I imagine, since she could walk and talk.