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NO CINDERELLA
By HAROLD MacGRATH
Autktrv "The Man on the Box," "The Goose Girl," Etc.
, ADAM, have you lost a
slipper?" 1 asked polite-
ly. I held toward her a
dainty shoe that might
very well have appareled
the fiJot of Venus rising
out of the Cyprian wave
In a pair of balloon slippers. ^
"1 am not yet addressed as madam,
said she, calmly drawing her skirts
about her feet, which were already se-
curely hidden.
"Not yet? Ah, that Is very fortunate,
indeed. I see I am not too late."
"Sir!"
But I saw no anger on her race.
There was, however, a mixture of
amusement, hauteur (that darling
word of the lady novelists!) and ob-
jection. She hadn't the least idea who
1 was, and I was not going to tell her
for some time to come. I was a prod-
igal. with a few new ideas.
"I meant nothing more serious than
that you might happen to be Cinder-
ella." said I. "What in the world
should 1 do with Cinderella's slipper,
once she was safely married to the
prince?"
She swayed her fan indolently, but
made no effort to rise. I looked on this
as rather encouraging.
"It would be somewhat embarrass-
ing to ask a married woman if she
were Cinderella," I proceeded.
"I should not particularize," she ob-
"married or single, It would
served;
be embarrassing."
"I am searching for the Cinderella
who has lost a slipper, and I am go-
ing to call you Cinderella till 1 have
proof that you are not she whom I
"It is very kind of you," she replied,
with a hint of sunshine struggling at
the corners of her lips. "Have I eter
met you before?"—puzzling her
arched brows.
"Memory does not follow reincar-
nation." I answered owlisbly; "but I
dare say that I often met you at thg
Temple of Venus in tbe old, old days."
Sue api>eared slightly interested.
"What, may I ask, was your busi-
ness in the old. ' days?"
"I played the cithern."
"And I?"
"I believe you distributed flowers.
"Do you know the hostess?"—with
solemn eyes.
"Oh, yes; though she hasn't the
slightest recollection of me. But that s
perfectly natural. At affairs like this
the hostess recalls familiarly to her
mind only those who sat at her dinner-
table easier in the evening. All other
Invitations are simply paid obliga-
tions."
"You possess some discernment, at
least."
"Thank you."
"But I wish I knew precisely what
you are about,"—her eyes grow ing
critical in their examination.
"I am seeking Cinderella," once
more holding out the Blipper. Then I
looked at my watch. "It is not yet
twelve o'clock."
"You are, of course, a gpest here,"
 ruminating, "else you could not have
passed the footman at tbe door."
"Mark my attire; or, candidly, do I
look like a footman?"
"No-o; I can't say that you do; but
In Cinderella, don't you know, the
footman carried the slipper."
"Oh, I'm the prince." I explained
easily; "I dismissed the footman at
tbe door."
"Cinderella," she mused. She nes-
tled her feet, and looked thoughtfully
at her delicate hands. I could see Ehe
was at that instant recalling the pic-
ture of Cinderella and the ash-heap.
"What was the prince's name?"
"In this case it is just a prince of
good fellows."
"I should like some witnesses." She
gazed at me curiously, but there was
no distrust in her ''mpid eye. as clear
and moteless as Widow Wadman's.
"Isn't it fine." I cried with a burst
of confidence, "to possess the courage
to speak to strangers?"
"It is equally courageous to listen,
was the retort.
"I knew I should like you!"—with
enthusiasm.
She stirred uneasily. It might have
been that her foot had suddenly grown
chilled. A storm was whirling outside,
and the pale, shadowy flakes of snow
brushed the windows.
I approached her, held up the slip-
per and contemplated it with wrinkled
brow. She watched me covertly. What
a slipper! So small and dainty was it,
so light and airy, that had I suddenly
withdrawn my hand I verily believe it
would have floated. It was part satin
and part skin, and the light, striking
the inner side or it, permeated it with
a faint, rosy glow.
"What a darling thing It is. —un-
able to repress my honest admiration.
(Copyright, bf tba Uobbi-lUrrtll Company)
"Leave it," she said, melting, "and
be gone."
I couldn't. It wouldn't be gallant
at all, don't you know. The prince
himself put the slipper on Cinderella.''
But this is a modern instance, and
a prosaic world. Men are no longer
gallants, but business men or club
gossips; and you do not look like a
business man."
"I never belonged to a club in my
life."
"You do not look quite so unpopular
as all that." .
A witty woman! To be pretty ana
witty at the same t}me—the gifts of
Minerva and Venus In lavishment!
"Besides, it is all very improper,"
she added.
"The shoe?" I cried.
"No; the shoe is proper enough, —
musingly.
"You admit it, then!"—joyfully.
"I refer to the dialogue between two
persons who have not been intro-
duced."
Faintly came the music from the
ballroom. They were playing the
waltzes from "The Queen's Lace
Handkerchief." The agony of an ex-
temporization seized me.
Strauss!" I cried, flourishing the
slipper. "The blue Danube, the moon-
shine on the water, the tittle-tattle of
the leaves, a man and woman all, all
alone! Romance, love, off to the
"It Is a far cry to Cinderella," she
interrupted.
Music moves me so
-That la regular; It is still the en*
tom; It proves nothing."
"Let me recall a rambling old far-
ret where we used to hold wonderful
shows."
Her fan opened again, and the ten-
drils at her temples moved gently.
"Once we played the Sleeping
Beauty, and you said that I should al-
ways be Prince Charming. How easily
we forget!
She Inclined forward a bit. There
were signs of reviving Interest She
began to scrutinize me; hitherto she
had surveyed and examined me.
Once—"
Say, 'Once upon a time;' all fairy
stories begin that way."
"Thank you; I stand corrected.
Well, onoe upon a time you fell down
these same garret stairs; and if you
will lift that beautiful lock of hair
from your right temple I shall see a
scar. I am sure of your identity."
Unconsciously her hand strayed to
her temple, and dropped.
"Whoever you are, you seem
"And It lent," the returned. "No*,
In honor to yourself, what la my
name?"
"You are Nancy Marsden."
"And youT"
"Your humble servant,"—bending.
"I shall soon find out."
"It is quite possible."
And then, with a hand on her es-
cort's arm, she laughed, and walked
(or should I say glided? It seema a
sacrilege to say that so enchanting a
creature walked) out of the conserva-
tory. leaving me gazing ruefully and
mournfully at the little white slipper
In my hand.
Now, where In the world was Cin-
derella?
II.
I thrust the slipper into the tail of
ray coat, and strolled over to the mar-
ble bench which partly encircled the
fountain. The tinkle of the falling
water made a pleasant sound. Ten
years! 1 had been away ten years.
How quickly youth vanishes down the
glimmering track of time! Here I
I was ataoat tempted to ten bsr
who I was.
Madam, there waa a tW—I be-
gan
quainted with certain youthful adven- was at thlrty'rath*^
tures. But some one might have told I number; and here was thatpretty girl
you these things, thinking to annoy
"Ah, yes.
easily." a
"Indeed! It is scarcely noticeable,
—slyly.
"Are you Cinderella, then?"
"I Co not say so."
"Will you dance with me to prove
it one way or the other?"
"Certainly not,"—rather indig-
nantly.
"Why not?"
"There are any number of reasons,"
she replied.
"Name just one."
"I do not know you."
"You ought to,"—with a double
meaning which went for absolutel>
nothing.
"My angle of vision obscures that
idea."
"If you will stand up ... 1 hesi-
tatingly suggested.
"I am perfectly comfortable where
I am,"—with an oblique glance at the
doorway.
. "I am convinced that you are the
Cinderella; I cannot figure it out
otherwise."
"Do not figure at all; simply leave
the shoe."
"It it too near twelve o'clock for
that. Besides, 1 wish to demolish the
pumpkin theory. It's all tommy-rot
about changing pumpkins into chari-
ots, unless you happen to be a success-
ful pie-merchant."
She bit her lips and tapped her
cheek with the fan. (Did I mention
the bloemy cheeks?)
"Perhaps I am only one of Cinder-
ella's elder sisters."
"That would be very fortunate.
You will recollect that the elder sis-
ters cut off their—"
"Good gracious!"
"Cut off their toeB in the mad efTort
to capture the prince," I continued.
"But I am not trying to capture any
prince, not even a fairy prince; and I
wouldn't—"
"Cut ofT your toes?" I suggested ques-
tionlngly.
"Prolong this questionable conversa-
tion, only—"
"You cannot stop it till you have the
shoe," I said.
"Only," she went on determinedly,
"I am so comfortable here that I do
not care to return to the ballroom just
at prcsec^."
"I never expected such a full com-
pliment;" and I made her my most en-
gaging bow.
I am afraid you will have to cut off
me." Then the light in her eyes grew
dim with the struggle of retrospection,
the effort to pierce tho veil of absent
vears, and to place mo among the use-
less, forgotten things of youth, or
rather childhood. "No, I can not ulace
you. Please tell me who you are, if I
liave ever known you."
"Not just now. Mystery arouses a
woman's curiosity, and I frankly con-
fess that I wish to arouse yours. You
are nearly, if not quite, twenty-four."
"One does not win a woman's inter-
est by telling her her age."
"But I add that you do not look it."
"That is better. Now, let me see the
slipper," holding out her hand.
"To no one but Cinderella. I'd be a
nice prince, wouldn't I, to surrender
the slipper without finding Cinder-
ella!"
In these days no woman would per-
mit you to put on her slipper, unless
you were her husband or her brother.
"No? Then I have a much per-
verted idea of society."
"And."—passing over mi remark,
"she would rather sit in a corner all
the evening."
"But think of the fun you are miss-
ing!"
"To be_ frank with you, 1 am not
missing very much fun. I was at a
dance last night, and the novelty be-
gins to pall."
Enter upon the scene (as they say
in the play-books) a flurried partner,
rather young and tender to be thrown
the pulses of many a man less suscept-
ible than myself. That she was un-
married somehow made me glad,
though why I cannot say, unless It be
that vanity survives everything.
I had been violently in love wlth^
her; at that time she hadn't quite'
turned six. Then I had lorded it over
her tender eighth year, and from the
serene height of twenty I bad looked
down upon her fourteen in a fatherly,
patronizing fashion. As I recalled her
new glory the truth came upon me
that she was likely to pay me back
with Interest for all the snubs I had
given her.
Off to Heidelberg and Bonn and
Berlin! Student days! Heigh-ho! Ten
years is a long time. I might still
have been an alien, an exile, but for
my uncle's death and that the lonely
aunt wanted a man about. (Not that I
was much of a man to have about.) In
all these ten years I had not onoe vis
ited my native land, scandalous as It
may seem; but I had always celebra
ted the Fourth of July in my garden
celebrated it religiously, too, and fol
lowed the general elections
All these people (or nearly all of
them) I had known In my youth; and
now not one of them recognized me,
There was a pang in this knowledge
No one likes to be forgotten complete-
ly, save the absconding bank cleik
and the defeated candidate. I had
made no effort to recall myself to
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THAT YOU HAVE flEVER
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"Oh, yea; thirty year* ago I might
have claimed the slipper; I might evei>
have worn It,"—complacently.
"Please permit me to conclude:
There was a time when you held me
on your kneea."
"What?"
"It is Indeed so."
"Confess, thin, that yon were prop
erly spanked. . . . Heavens and
earth, wherever did yon come from?"
she exclaimed suddenly. "Sit down be-
side me Instantly!" And she called
me by name.
It was the third time I had heard it
that night. 1 had heard it so infre-
quently that 1 liked the Bound of It.
"And it is really you?" pushing me
off at arm's length the better to ob
serve the changes that had taken
place. "You grow more like your fa-
ther; If you hadn't that beard you
would be the exact picture of your fa-
ther when he married your mother,
Oh, what a pretty wedding It was!"
"I shall have to take your word for
It. I was up and about, however, at
the tin anniversary."
"I remember. Oh, but what a
racket you made among the pans!"
She laughed softly at the recollection.
I was properly spanked that night,"
I admitted.
And straightway we uncovered
thirty and twenty years respectively.
"By the way," said I carelessly, "Is
Nancy Marsden engaged to be mar-
ried r
"Nancy? She never will be, to my
Idea. She recently turned down a real
duke; a duke that had money and
everything."
And everything; is that castleS?"
I inquired.
"Nonsense!"
"Well, between you and me and the
gatepost, Miss Nancy will be engaged
within two months."
"No!"—excitedly.
"It is written."/
"And to whom, pray?"
"It's the woman's place to announce
an engagement. But I know the man."
"He Is worthy?"
"Oh, as men go."
Then the water-clock in the fountain
struck twelve, and I sprang up.
"Mercy, I'll never find any Cinder-
ella at this rate. All is lost if she es-
capes me."
I kissed her hand gratefully, and
made off.
I immediately ran into a young miss
who, judging from her short dresses
was a guest on sufferance, not having
"come out" yet
"Are you Cinderella?" I asked, with
all the gravity I could assume,
"Thank you, sir, but mamma will
not permit me," her cheeks growing
furiously red.
I passed on, willing to wager that
the little girl had understood me to
ask her to dance with me.
How I searched among the young
faces; many I saw that I knew, but my
confounded beard (which I deter-
mined to cut the very next morning)
hid me as completely as the fabled in-
visible cloak. I wondered where Jim
This waa almost the beginning of m
enchantment.
'If you wtll turn jtmt head toward
tbe wan HI try on the slipper. I am
curious to learn If there la a girl hero
who baa is smaller toot than 1."
Vanity, vanity, all la vanttyl"
"Tian't vanity; its curiosity; and
maybe my foot la getting cold."
I took some pillows and piled them
on the floor. "How wtll thia do?"
"Since I cannot haw the slipper I
shall not move. Besides, X am kitting
on the unshod foot Hadn't you better
sit down here beside me and give an
account of youraelf and what you have
been doing all theae ten years?"
"You know me?" genuinely aston-
ished.
"But you do not know me?"
"No; it's a terrible thing to admit,
but I do not recognize you."
"Don't you remember Betty Lee?"
"Betty Lee? That homely little girl
turned Into a goddess? Small wonder
that I didn't recognize you."
"My girl friends all say that I
haven't changed a bit In ten years."
"Envy, malice, Jealousy! But it Is
odd that you should fecognlze me and
that Nancy Marsden should forget
me."
I used to detest you; we forget
only fiose we love."
Enter one of the pumpkins, a young
fellow about twenty. Hang it, 1 was
always being interrupted by some cal-
low youth!
"Here's your confounded shoe, Bett
I've had a deuce of a time finding It."
He tossed the slipper cavailerly into
her lap.
"Young man," said I severely, "you
will never succeed with the ladles."
The lady happens to be my sister,"
—haughtily.
"Pardon me!"—contritely. "I
should have remembered that sisters
don't belong."
The girl laughed and pushed out one
of the pillows. Then she gave me tho
slipper.
We'll not haggle over a cobbler's
license," she said.
I knelt and put on the slipper. Only
one thing marred the completeness of
my happiness; the slipper wasn't a
blue one.
The girl stood up and sly>ok tho
folds in her dress, then turned coldly
on her brother.
"You are a disgrace to the family.
Bob."
"Oh, fudge! Come on along to sup-
per; It's ready, and I'm half starved."
Brothers don't belong, either.
"I wish you luck with the white Blip-
per." said Betty, as she turned to
leave. "Call on me soon, and I'll for-
give all the past."
"That I shall." But I made up my
mind that I should call on Nancy first.
Otherwise it would be dangerous.
I stood alone. It rather .hurt to
think one girl should remember me
and that the other should absolutely
forget. But Bupper brought me out of
my cogitations. So once again I put
away the slipper and looked at my
supper card. I was destined to sit at
table four. I followed the pilgrims
out to worship at the shrine of Lucul-
lus.
Evidently there was no Cinderella;
was-Nancys brother. I had seen him or. true to her condition in lite, she
in Europe, and 1 knew if he were any- \™ "t this momentseatedbeforeher
where around there would be one to ash-heap, surrounded by strutting and
dap  . on the back and bid m. wl-1 l!
come home.
This prodigal business the slipper on the mantel at home; It.
would be a pleasant reminder.
I found table four. There were four
chairs, none of them occupied; and aa
I sat down I wondered If any one I
knew would sit down with me.
A heavy hand fell rudely upon my
shoulder.
What do you mean, sir, by entering
a gentleman's house In this manner?"
demanded a stern voice.
I turned, my ears burning hotly,
You old prodigal! You old man
isn't what It's cracked up to be.
Somehow I felt that within a few days
I should be making love again to
Nancy; and I may truthfully add that
I dreaded the ordeal while I courted
It.
What If she refused me in the end?
I cast out at onoe this horrific thought
as unworthy a man of my address
Under the stairway there was a cozy
corner. Upon the cushions I saw
dark-haired girl In red. Now, when
they haven't a dash of red In their wlthout-a-country! You pirate-" went
-   « (11    I nn vni nn "U/.W HttfOfi VHI1 ltM>alr
in company with twenty-four years of
sparkling femininity. Well, that was
his affair; I didn't propose to warn
him.
"Oh. here you are!" he cried,
brightening. "I've been looking for
you everywhere,"—making believe
that something was the matter with
hiB gloves.
"Do you know this gentleman?" she
those I met. My hostess thoughtless-
ly supposed that t Bhould take on my-
self the labor of renewing acquaint-
ance; but I found this rather impos-
sible. Everything was changed, the
people and the city; the one had add-
ed to Its height and the other to its
girth. So I Blmply wandered about the
familiar rooms summoning up the
on the voice. "How dared you sneak
In in this fashion? Nan, what would
you do with him If you were In my
place?" The voice belonged to Nancy
Marsden's .brother.
I have no desire to put myself In
your place," said the only girl who
could be Cinderella.
I wouldn't bother about his slipper,
not if he went barefooted all his life,"
asked quietly, pointing to me with her
your toes to get into that shoe,' nr.a- ' fan
liclously. I I felt a nervous tremor. I wondered
I could expect no less than that | if ghe been wajting for a moment
from you. You keep coming closer to
my ideal every moment."
She shrugged disdainfully and as-
sumed a bored expression that did not
deceive me in the least
"Since you are so determined to con-
tinue this dialogue, go and fetch some
one you know. An introduction is ab-
solutely necessary." She seemed im-
movable on this point
"And the moment 1 turned my back
 presto! away would go Cinderella,
and I should be In the dark as much
as ever regarding the pumpkins. No,
I thank you. Be good, and confess that
you are Cinderella."
"Sir, this really ceases to be amus-
ing." Her fan closed with a snap.
It was serious the moment I en-
hair I like it in their dress. She was
pretty, besides; so I stopped.
Pardon me, but won't you tell me
if you are Cinderella?"—producing
the slipper.
I am,"—she said with an amused
smile.
Then there is a Cinderella, after
all?" I cried joyfully. "Where are the
pumpkins?" glancing about.
I believe that several of them have I-
gone hunting for the slipper." And then, apd then, and then! What
I was delighted. Three witty worn- a bombardment! How pleased I was!
en all In one night, and two of them 1I was inordinately happy, and I didnt
you!" said Nancy.
"But you didn't recognise me,"—
with a show of defiance; "and 1 ex-
i
"l ieht as one of those Bnowflakes out "It was serious the moment .
yonder In the night. What a proud tered and saw you. I replied frankly,
arch the Instep has! Ah, but It Is a
high-bred shoe, ft to tread on the
beart of any man. Lovely atom!"
She stirred again. I went on:
"It might really belong to a princess,
but only in a fairy-book; for all the
princesses I have ever seen couldn't
put a band in a shoe like this, much
less a foot And when I declare to
you, on my honor, that 1 have met
various princesses in my time, you
will appreciate the compliment I pay
to Cinderella."
The smile on bar llpa wavered and
trembled, like a pulf of wind on placid
, and was gone.
She smiled In spite of the anger
which sparkled In her eyes. Of course,
if she became downright angry I
should tell who I was, only it would
spoil everything.
"And you do not know me?" I said
dejectedly. "Do you mean to tell me
that you have never dreamed of any
Pririce Charming?"
"I cannot say I have."—icily.
"You say you do not know me, I
ix enn "Let me see,"—narrowing my
eyes as one does who attempts to re-
call a dim and ahadowy paat "Didnt
you wear your
your back?"
lil.e this.
The young fellow held out his hand;
his smile was pleasant and inquiring.
"Walt a moment." she interrupted
wickedly. "1 am not Introducing you.
I am simply asking you if you know
him."
Wasn't this a capital revenge?
"I ... I can't say lhat I ever
saw the gentleman before," he stam-
mered, mightily bewildered. Then all
at onoe his face grew red with anger.
He even balled his lists. "Has he
dared—"
"No. no! I only wished to know if
you knew him. Since you do not there
ts nothing more to be done about it"
"But if he has insulted—■"
"Sh! That's not a nioe word to hear
In a conservatory," she warned.
"But I do not understand."
"It is not necessary. If you do not
take me Instantly to the ballroom you
will lose the best part of the danoe."
She rose, and then I saw two little
blue slippers peeping out from under
tbe silken skirts.
"You might have told me," I aald re-
proachfully. "And now I do not be-
lieve any other Cinderella will do.
Young man," said I, holding out the
slipper for his inspection, "I waa Just
paying thia lady the very great com-
ple..  t ghosts ol bygoneday. Thcu «     ^^ „t . ,hl„g an ,he
"X^'agX' iTSSTiboSd S. U «•« 10 I "How could you!" aald
sea call, nor the sky. nor the hills; I J™"*™ * I wun a snow auu   w
was home again, for ever and for „R j, d t , , , am not the pected that you would be the very
ever, so I hoped. . ' first"
And then I glanced up from my
reverie to behold a woman, fair, fat
and forty-eight, seat herself breath
lessly on the far end of the bench. I
recognized her Instantly; she had been
one of the salient features of my child-
Cinderella you are looking for." From
under her Bklrt there came Into view
(immediately to disappear) a small
scarlet slipper.
I was very much taken aback.
'Red?" said I. "Ah, I have it. The
first"
"Cut off that horrid beard."
"Tomorrow morning."
"And never wear it again."
"Never."
"Have you found Cinderella?'*
one or the salient leaiures m uiy <- «« wlrVw, fairv haB 't „ BDeii over Nancy asked presently.
hood, only a little further removed wicked^ Wry h« • ajjU-Orar ^ y ^
than my mother herself. She was florid the slipper and turned It ^ite _ ...
tbaaovy past, wuu % , —. ' • " . ^ .
i.,ir ia two plaita down pllment of thinking that this might lw
I ber shoe."
the slipper, dragged it forth, rose and
approached.
Madam," said I gravely, "are you |
Cinderella?"
She balanced ber lorgnette and
stared, first at the slipper, then at me. |
"Young man, don't be silly. Do 11
ber October year.; twenty y.ar.1 "at JTE2! I ""Ek  . .« K.'
ago she bad been plump and pre y,-I' there aro no latrlea nowa- With aom« beallanco I placed th«
-A5 S5 C2tf55l ier and !toXbo. b.' band, Shewed a,
kfndlv PTP8 So I bethought The of 1 to get home. J
kindly eyes, ho oeuougni . | .iyou haye ^ pumpklng and the I "Good gracious!"
mlce.. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Only the pumpkins; It la after "Why, this slipper haa never been
twelve, and all the mice have gone worn at all. It is brand new!" 8he
home." I was greatly bewildered.
Haven't yon an Incantation?" I "I know it," I replied; "1 bought It
asked. myrfelf.'
She stretched out her arma dramatl-1 Then how she laughed! And when
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look like a woman who could wear a . ,,,
little thing like that? Run along with cally. "Be gone, young man, be gone!
you. and don't make fun of poor old "Very good." aald I; "but I am lm-
women. If there la any Cinderella pervloua to incantatlona of that aort. ..... v w .
around here I'm only her godmother." "I wonder where tbe other Cinder- passing the slipper back to me.
Tor a foment I st'^ abashed. e a ls? -adroitly. It was quite evl- "No. I want to be Just a little dlf-
Hera was one who had outlived van- dent that she wanted to be rid of me. ferant from now an'' -lnscruUbly
ity or at least had discovered Its I If I hadn't met Nancy 1 I She gave
wo'rthlessness. "Suppose I try this white slipper on | glance.
"Have you no vanity, madam?" .11 your foot?"
asked solemnly. a suppoaable matter
"If I have It haa oeased to protrude. I "Would that I possessed a cobbler s
Go and give the Blipper to a footman, license!"—sighing.
* " She laughed
I asked her to do It again she did.
even more heartily than before.
"You will always !*  the
me an Indescribable
and don't keep some girl hopping |
around on one foot.'
"Give ,the slipper to me."
"To keep?"
"Yes, to keep. Somehow, 1 rather
fancy 1 should like to try It oa"—do-
Yon wouldn't be half I mutely.
so nice."
So I gave her the slipper.
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