A dulled melodious babble came from Hawker's studio.
At length Pennoyer murmured wistfully, "I would like to see her." Wrinkles started noiselessly to his feet.

"Well, I tell you she's a peach.

I was going up the steps, you know, with a loaf of bread under my arm, when I chanced to look up the street and saw Billie and Hollanden coming with four of them." "Three," said Grief.
"Four; and I tell you I scattered.

One of the two with Billie was a peach--a peach." "O, Lord!" groaned the others enviously.

"Billie's in luck." "How do you know ?" said Wrinkles.