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And Clementina has such a funny lit
tle cough. I hope she is stronger than
she looks. Oh-, I am really getting at
tached to he-1, she is so gentle and
high bred. Gen. Pinkney's brother
was once Minister to Bolivia."
And then Joe, with the air of a
Monte Cristo, drew forth a ten, a five,
a two and a one all legal tender
notes and laid them beside Delia's
"Sold that watercolor of the
obelisk to.a man from Peoria," he an
"Don't jbke with me," said Delia
"hot from Peoria!"
"All the .way. I wish you could
see him, Dele. Fat man with a
woollen muffler and a quill toothpick.
He saw the sketch in Tinkle's win
dow and thought it was a windmill at
first. He was game, though, and
bought it anyhow. He ordered anT
other an oil sketch of the Lacka
wanna freight .depot to take back
with him. Music lessons! Oh, I guess
Art is still in it."
"I'm so glad you've kept on," said
Delia, heartily. "You're bound to
win, dear. Thirty-three dollars! We
never had so much to spend before.
We'll have oysters tonight."
"And filet mignon with champig
nons," said Joe. "Where is the olive
On the next Saturday evening Joe
reached home first. 'He spread his
18 on the parlor table and washed
what seemed to be a great 4eal of
dark paint from his hands.
Half an hour later Delia arrived,
her right hand tied'up in a shapeless
bundle of wraps and bandages.
"Hqw is this?", asked Joe after the
usual greetings. Delia laughed, but
not very joyously.
"Clementina," she explained, "in
sisted upon a Welsh rabbit after her
lesson. She is such a queer girl.
Welsh rabbits at 5 in the afternoon.
The -General was there. You should
have seen him run for the chafing
dish, Joe, just as if there wasn't a
servant in the house. L know Clem.-,
entina is "not in good 'health; she is
so nervous. In serving the rabbity
she spilled a great lot of it, boiling
hot, over my hand and wrist. It hurt
awfully, Joe. And the dear girl.was
so sorry! But Gen. Pinkney! Joe,
that old man nearly went distracted.
He rushed downstairs and sent some
body they said the furnace man or
somebody in the basement out to a
drug store for some oil and things to '
bind it up with. It doesn't hurt so
"What's this?" asked Joe, taking
the hand tenderly and pulling at
some " white strands beneath the
"It's something soft," said Delia,
"that had oil on it. Oh, Joe, did you
sell another sketch?" she had seen
the money on the table.
"Did I?" said Joe; "just ask the
man from Peoria. He got his depot
today, and he isn't sure but he thinks
he wants another parkscape and a
view of the Hudson. What time this
afternoon did you burn your hand
"Five o'clock, I think," said Delia,
plaintively. "The iron I mean the
rabbit came off the. fire about that
time. You ought to have seen Gen.
Pinkney, Joe, when "
"Sit down here a moment, Dele,"
said Joe. He drew her to the couch,
sat beside her and put his arm across
"What have you been doing for
the last two weeks, Dele?" he asked.
She braved it for a moment or two
with an eye full of love and stubborn
ness, and murmured a phrase or two
.vaguely of Gen. Pinkney; but at
length down went her neaa ana out
came the truth and tears.
"I couldn't get any pupils," she
confessed. "AndI couldn't bear to
have you give up your lessons; and I
got a place ironing skirts in that big
24th street laundry. And I think I
did very well to make Tip both Gen.
Pinkney and Clementina, don't you
Joe? And when a girl in the laundry
set down a hot iron on my hand this.
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