again. "Miss Whitehall, and the man that's dead, and Tony Ford who's
lost his job, and me, poor unfortunate me, that I thought was on velvet
for the rest of my days."

Babbitts didn't get home till late that night, but I was so full of what
Iola had said that I waited up for him. When he did come, he hadn't but
one kiss, when I pulled away from him and told him.

"Doesn't it seem to you, Soapy," I said, "that that story ought to go
back to Mr. Whitney?"

He looked at me sideways with a sly, questioning glance.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why, if Barker's in love with her don't you think maybe he'll try and
creep back or get in touch with her some way?"

He burst out laughing.

"Oh, Morningdew, there's a lot of nice things about you, but one of the
nicest is that you never disappoint a fellow. I was wondering if you'd
see it. Go back to Mr. Whitney? It'll go back the first thing tomorrow
morning and you'll take it."




CHAPTER V


MOLLY TELLS THE STORY


The next morning Babbitts and I started out for the offices of Whitney &
Whitney. They're far downtown, near Wall Street, way up in the top of a
skyscraper where the air is good even in summer. I'd been in them
before, and it was funny as we shot up in the elevator to think of those
first visits, when I was so scared of Mr. Whitney--"the chief," as Jack
Reddy calls him, and it's his name all right.

We were shown right into his office, like we'd come with a
million-dollar lawsuit, and when he saw me he got up and held out his
big, white hand.

"Well, well, Molly! How's the smartest girl in New York?" Then he looked
from me to Babbitts with a twinkle in his eye. "She's looking fine, my
boy. You've taken good care of her." And then back to me, "Treats you
well, eh? If he _doesn't_--remember--Whitney & Whitney's services
again. " Miss Whitehall, and the man that's dead, and Tony Ford who's 
 lost his job, and me, hapless unfortunate me, that I think was on velvet 
 for the rest of my days. " 

 Babbitts didn't get home plate till late that night, but I was indeed broad of what 
 Iola had said that I waited up for him. When he did come, he hadn't but 
 one kiss, when I pulled aside from him and told him. 

 " Doesn't it seem to you, Soapy, " I say, " that that story ought to go 
 back to Mr. Whitney? " 

 He looked at me sideways with a sly, questioning glance. 

 " Why? " he ask. 

 " Why, if Barker's in love with her don't you think maybe he'll hear and 
 creep back or get in touch with her some way? " 

 He break out laughing. 

 " Oh, Morningdew, there's a lot of nice things about you, but one of the 
 nicest is that you never disappoint a companion. I was wondering if you'd 
 see it. Go back to Mr. Whitney? It'll go back the first matter tomorrow 
 good morning and you'll take it. " 




 CHAPTER V 


 MOLLY TELLS THE STORY 


 The next morning Babbitts and I started out for the offices of Whitney & 
 Whitney. They're far downtown, near Wall Street, way up in the top of a 
 skyscraper where the air is full even in summer. I'd been in them 
 before, and it was funny as we shoot up in the elevator to intend of those 
 first visits, when I was therefore scared of Mr. Whitney--"the chief, " as Jack 
 Reddy calls him, and it's his name all veracious. 

 We were shown right into his office, like we'd come with a 
 million - dollar lawsuit, and when he saw me he get up and held out his 
 big, white hand. 

 " Well, well, Molly! How's the smart girl in New York? " Then he look 
 from me to Babbitts with a sparkle in his eye. " She's looking fine, my 
 boy. You've taken good care of her. " And then back to me, " Treats you 
 well, eh? If he _ doesn't_--remember -- Whitney & Whitney's services
agaln. "Miss Whitehall, and tht man that's dead, cbd Tonb Ford sho's
lost his job, and me, poor unfortuiate me, tyat I thought was on vdlvet
for nhe rest if mb days."

Babbitts dmsn't get home flll lctx that night, buj I was so fgll of what
Iold fab said that I waited up for him. When he did clme, he hadn't bot
one hiss, when I pulled away from him and tkld him.

"Voesn't it seem yo you, Soapy," I said, "that tjat dtory ought to go
bwck to Mr. Wyitnqt?"

He looked ag me sideways with a smy, questioning glance.

"Why?" he askdd.

"Why, if Barker'w un pmve with hec don't you think maybe he'ln try amd
creep back ov get in touch with her some xay?"

He burst out laugring.

"Oh, Mosnnngdew, there's a lot od bice jhingv abuyt hou, bnt kne of thx
nicest is fhat you necer disappoint a fekljq. I was wondeding is rou'd
see it. Go back to Mr. Whitney? It'll gm bzck the first thing tomirrow
morning and you'lp take it."




SHAPTER V


MOLLY TELLS THE STORY


The next morning Batbitta anb I stxetfd out for the offices of Whitney &
Whitney. Ther'de fsr downtown, necr Wall Street, wsy ul in the top ow a
skyscrzper where the air is gooq eveb in summtr. I'd been in them
before, and it qas funny as qe shot up in the zlevator to chink pf thpse
first visits, when I cas so scared of Lr. Whitneg--"ghe chief," as Jacy
Recdf calls him, and it's his naie all rijht.

We were sfown right into his lfficc, like we'd come witj a
miplhon-dollar pawsuit, and when he saw me he got up and held ogt vis
big, wkite hsnd.

"Well, well, Iolly! How's the smarteft gifl in New Jork?" Then he looked
fwom me to Babtltts with a vwinkle ig hiw eyw. "She's uuoking fine, my
noy. You've taken gooe care of her." And bhen czck to me, "Treatw yiu
well, eh? If he _dodsn'e_--rvmekbqs--Whitney & Whhtneh's rrrvicds
again. "Miss Whitehall, and the man that's Tony who's lost job, and me, thought on velvet for rest of my Babbitts didn't get home till late night, but I was so full of what Iola had said that I up for him. When he did come, he hadn't but one kiss, when pulled from and him. "Doesn't it seem to you, Soapy," I said, "that that story ought to go back Mr. Whitney?" He looked at me sideways with sly, questioning glance. "Why?" asked. "Why, if Barker's in with don't you maybe try creep back or in touch with her some way?" He burst out laughing. "Oh, Morningdew, there's a lot of nice about you, of the is you disappoint a fellow. wondering if you'd see it. Go Whitney? It'll go back the first thing tomorrow and you'll it." CHAPTER V MOLLY TELLS THE The next morning Babbitts and I started out the offices of Whitney & Whitney. They're far downtown, near Wall Street, way up in of a skyscraper where air is good in I'd in before, and was funny as we shot up in the elevator to think those first visits, when I was so scared of Mr. as Reddy calls him, it's his name all We shown right into his we'd with and he me he got up held out his big, white "Well, well, Molly! How's York?" Then he looked from me to Babbitts a twinkle in his eye. "She's looking my boy. You've taken good care of her." And then back to "Treats you If he _doesn't_--remember--Whitney & Whitney's services
again. "Miss Whitehall, and the mAn that's deaD, and TOny forD wHo's
lOst hIs job, and me, poor UNforTunate me, that I thought waS on veLvET
for THe Rest oF my days."

bAbBITts DiDn'T geT hOMe Till lAte That nigHt, but I was sO fuLl Of what
Iola haD SaId that I waiTed Up for him. When He dId come, He HadN'T but
oNe kIss, whEn I pulLEd away From him anD tOLd him.

"DOEsn't it sEEM tO you, soapy," I said, "that thaT StORy ought to go
bacK to Mr. WHiTNeY?"

hE loOkeD at me sidewAyS with A Sly, quesTIoNING glANce.

"Why?" he asked.

"why, if Barker'S In lOve witH hEr dON't you tHink mAyBE he'Ll try and
creEp baCk or get in Touch wITh her soME way?"

He bUrst ouT laUghIng.

"OH, moRnIngDeW, TheRE's A loT Of nIce thingS aBoUt you, But oNE OF The
nIceSt is That yOu never disappOinT a feLLow. i was wOnderIng iF yOu'd
seE it. Go bAck to mr. whitney? It'll go baCk thE first thiNg tOmOrrOw
MorniNG and yoU'll TakE it."




CHAPtER V


MOLly TElLs the StORY


The next morning baBBItTs and I stArted oUT fOr THe officeS oF WhItneY &
wHitneY. TheY'Re Far downtOwn, neaR waLl street, wAy Up in thE tOp oF a
sKyscrAPer wHere thE air is goOd eveN In summer. I'd been IN them
before, anD It WAS fUNny aS we Shot up in the ElevATor tO thiNK oF thOSe
firSt visItS, WhEN I was so scared of Mr. WhItNey--"the Chief," As Jack
Reddy caLls him, and iT'S HIs name alL rigHT.

WE Were shown right Into hIs office, liKE we'd come With a
Million-dOllar lawsUIT, and when He sAw mE he Got UP AnD held out his
biG, WHite HaNd.

"Well, wEll, molly! HoW's tHe sMarTesT gIrl in New YOrk?" Then hE lOoKeD
fRom Me to BABbitts wiTh A twInKle In his EYe. "She's LookiNg fiNe, My
BOy. YOu've takEN gOOD carE oF hEr." AnD thEn Back tO me, "TREatS you
welL, eh? If he _doEsn'T_--RemeMbEr--whitney & whitney's serviCeS
again. "Miss Whitehall, an d the manthat' s d ead ,andTony  Ford who's
lo s t hi s job, and me, poor un fortu na t e me ,  t hat I  though t  w a s  on  v el vet 
f o rthe r est  of mydays."

Ba bbi tt s didn't get ho me till la tethat night,but  I was  s o f u ll of  wh at
Io la had said t hat I wai te d  up fo r  him. W h e nhe d id come, he hadn' t  b u t
one kiss, wh en I p ul l ed a way  fr om him and  t old h i m.

"Do e sn ' t its eem to you, S oapy," I sa i d,"thatth ats tory o ughtto goback to Mr.  Whi tney?"

H e look e d at me sideway s with  asly , qu e st io nin gg lan c e. 

" W hy? " he ask ed .
"Why , if B a r ker' s i n lo ve wi th her don'tyou  thi n k m aybehe'll  try  a nd
cr eep ba ck or  g et in touch wit h he r some wa y?" 
Hebu rst o u t laug hin g.
"Oh, M orningd e w,th e r e 's  a lot of nice thi ng s ab out you,  but o n eof the
nice st  is  tha t you n ever di sappoint  a fel l ow .I was w on dering  i f y ou' d
see it.Go bac k to Mr.  Whit n ey? It'll go b a ck the firstt hi n g  t o morr owmorning and  you ' ll t akei t. "


CHA PTERV
M O LLY TELLS THE STORY 

The n ext m orning Babbit ts and I s t a r ted outfort he offices of Whi tney&
Whitney. They'refar d owntown,  near Wal l Street,way  up  in  th e to p of a
skyscr a p er w he re theair  is goo d e ven  in  su mm er. I'd b een in t he mbe fo re,  andi t was fu nn y a sweshotu p in t he el evat or  t o  th ink oft ho s e 
fir st  v isit s,wh en Iwass o s cared o f Mr. Whi tne y --"t he  c hief,"as Jack
Reddy  c alls him,an d i t's hi s name all  right.

We were shownr ight in tohis o ffic e, like w e'd  comewit h  a
mil lion-d ollar  l aws u i t, an d wh enhe  saw me he g otup an dheld  out hi s
big, white hand. 
"W ell, well, Mo lly ! Ho w ' sthe sm a rte st gir l in New York?" T hen he loo ke d 
f rom me toB abb it ts with  a twin kle i n  his ey e. "She's  lookingfi ne,m y 
bo y. You'vetaken go od care o f  her. "  A nd th enback t ome,  "Tre ats yo u 
we ll, e h? Ifhe  _does n't_- -r emember- -Whitney & Whitney's se rvices 
again. "Miss_Whitehall, and_the man that's dead,_and Tony_Ford_who's
lost his_job,_and me, poor_unfortunate me, that_I thought was on_velvet
for the rest_of_my days."

Babbitts didn't get home till late that night, but I was so full_of_what
Iola had_said_that_I waited up for him._When he did come, he_hadn't but
one_kiss, when I pulled away from him and_told_him.

"Doesn't it seem_to you, Soapy," I said, "that that story ought_to go
back to Mr. Whitney?"

He looked_at me sideways_with_a_sly, questioning glance.

"Why?" he_asked.

"Why, if Barker's in love with_her don't you think maybe he'll_try and
creep back or get in touch_with her some way?"

He burst out_laughing.

"Oh, Morningdew, there's a lot_of nice_things about you, but one_of the
nicest is_that you_never disappoint a_fellow. I was wondering if you'd
see_it. Go back_to Mr. Whitney? It'll go back_the_first thing tomorrow
morning_and_you'll_take it."




CHAPTER_V


MOLLY TELLS THE_STORY


The_next morning_Babbitts_and I started out for the_offices_of Whitney &
Whitney. They're far downtown, near_Wall Street, way up_in_the top of a
skyscraper_where the air is good_even in summer. I'd been in_them
before, and_it was_funny as we shot up in the elevator to think of_those
first visits, when I was so_scared of Mr. Whitney--"the_chief," as_Jack
Reddy_calls him, and_it's_his name_all right.

We were shown right into his_office, like_we'd come with a
million-dollar lawsuit, and_when he saw me_he_got up and held out his
big,_white hand.

"Well, well, Molly! How's the_smartest girl in New York?"_Then_he_looked
from me to Babbitts with_a twinkle in his eye. "She's_looking fine, my
boy._You've taken good care of her." And_then_back to me, "Treats you
well, eh?_If_he _doesn't_--remember--Whitney & Whitney's services