"She ?" Wrinkles and Grief exchanged a swift glance.

Pennoyer said gruffly, "Who do you mean ?" "Why," said Florinda, "you know.She.

The--the girl that Billie likes." Pennoyer hesitated for a moment and then said wrathfully: "Of course she is! Who do you suppose ?" "Oh!" said Florinda.

She took a seat upon the divan, which was privately a coal-box, and unbuttoned her jacket at the throat.

"Is she--is she--very handsome, Wrink ?" Wrinkles replied stoutly, "No." Grief said: "Let's make a sneak down the hall to the little unoccupied room at the front of the building and look from the window there.