ANGEL PAVEMENT

'1 don't want any dope. Don't believe in it"

"Well, what do you want then?" demanded Park, who
thought he saw in this a chance of a fine long argument.

"I dunno," said Turgis, finishing his tea. "Yes, I do,
though, I want to go to bed."

"That's right," said Mrs. Pelumpton approvingly.
"Bed. You couldn't go to a better place. I'm sure I'm
ready for mine. We're all in now, except Edgar, and
I'm not waiting for him."

And then all that was left of Sunday was a walk
upstairs.

THEN, the very next day, on Monday of all days, it
happened. It happened in the afternoon. Somebody
came in, and, as Stanley was out, Turgis dashed to the
other side of the frosted glass partition to see who it was.
There, like a being from another world, stood a girl all
in bright green, a girl with large brown eyes, the most
impudent little nose, and a smiling scarlet mouth, the
prettiest girl he had ever seen.

"Good afternoon. Is my father here, please?" She
had a queer, fascinating voice.

"Your father?"

"Yes. Mr. Golspie. This is the place, isn't it? He
told me to call for him here."

"Oh yes, he is, Miss-Miss Golspie," cried Turgis
eagerly, his eyes devouring her all the time. "He's in
that room there. But I think there's somebody with
him. Shall I tell him you're here?"