"
"I never said a word about meetin' him."
"No, but you've been telling me what he told you. Only M'Ginnis could be
vile enough to dare say such things about me. Oh, Arthur, for shame--how
can you listen to that brute beast--for shame!"
Now, meeting the virginal purity of those eyes, Spike felt his cheeks
burn, and he wriggled in his chair.
"Bud only told me Geoff had been--been here," he stammered, "and I
guess it was the truth--I--I mean--"
"Oh, boy, for shame!" and turning about, she swept from the room, her
head carried very high, leaving him crouched in his chair, his nervous
fingers twisting and turning a small box in his pocket--the box that
held the forgotten hair-comb. He was still sitting miserably thus when
he heard a knock on the outer door and a moment later a woman's voice,
querulous and high-pitched.
"Oh, Miss Hermy, my Martin's very bad t'night, an' I got t' go out, an'
I can't leave him alone; would ye mind comin' down an' sittin' with him
for a bit?"
"Why, of course I will."
"Y' see, since he had th' stroke, he's sorrered for our little
Maggie--he was hard on her, y' see, an' since she--she died--he's been
grievin' for her.
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