 _blood_! They're made of sawdust and brown paper. The
world was our orange, and we sucked it. Bedad, we did! But
_you_--cold-blooded cubs--go to the devil, I tell you, and
read your Byron!'

And, striking an attitude which was a boisterous reminiscence of
Macready, the old wanderer flung out the lines:

  'Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend,
  Death hath but little left him to destroy.
  Ah! happy years! Once more, who would not be a boy?'

David laughed out. Daddy turned petulantly away, and looked out of
window. The night was dreary, dark, and wet.

'Dora!'

'Yes, father.'

'Manchester's a damned dull hole. I'm about tired of it.'

Dora started, and her colour disappeared in an instant. She got up
and went to the window.

'Father, you know they'll be waiting for you downstairs,' she said,
putting her hand on his shoulder. 'They always say they can't get on
without you on debating nights.'

'Stuff and nonsense!' said Daddy, throwing off the hand. But he
looked mollified. The new reading-room was at present his pet
hobby; his interest in the restaurant proper had dropped a good
deal of late, or so Dora's anxiety persuaded her.

'It's quite true,' said David. 'Go and start 'em, Daddy, and I'll
come down soon and cut in. I feel as if I could speak the roof off
to-night, and I don't care a hang about what! But first I've got
something to say to Miss Dora. I want to ask her a favour.'

He came forward smiling. She gave him a startled look, but her
eyes--poor Dora!--could not light on him now without taking a new
brightness. How well his triumph sat on him! How crisply and
handsomely his black hair curled above his open brow!

'More secrets,' growled Daddy.

'Nothing of any interest, Daddy. Miss Dora can tell you all about
it, if she cares. Now go along! Start 'em on the Bishop of
_ blood _! They're made of sawdust and brown paper. The 
 world was our orange, and we suck it. Bedad, we do! But 
 _ you_--cold - blooded cubs -- go to the hellion, I tell you, and 
 read your Byron!' 

 And, strike an attitude which was a boisterous reminiscence of 
 Macready, the erstwhile wanderer flung out the note: 

  ' Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend, 
   Death hath but fiddling leave him to destroy. 
   Ah! happy years! Once more, who would not be a boy?' 

 David laughed out. dad turned petulantly away, and look out of 
 window. The night was drab, dark, and besotted. 

' Dora!' 

' Yes, father.' 

' Manchester's a curse dull hole. I'm about tired of it.' 

 Dora begin, and her colour disappeared in an instant. She got up 
 and went to the windowpane. 

' Father, you acknowledge they'll be waiting for you downstairs,' she said, 
 putting her hand on his shoulder.' They always say they can't get on 
 without you on debating nights.' 

' material and folderal!' said Daddy, throwing off the hand. But he 
 looked mollify. The new reading - room was at present his pet 
 avocation; his interest in the restaurant proper had drop a good 
 deal of belated, or so Dora's anxiety persuaded her. 

' It's quite true,' said David.' Go and start'em, Daddy, and I'll 
 occur down soon and cut in. I feel as if I could speak the roof off 
 to - nox, and I don't care a bent about what! But first I've got 
 something to say to Miss Dora. I want to ask her a favour.' 

 He issue forth forward smiling. She gave him a startled expression, but her 
 eyes -- poor Dora!--could not light on him now without aim a new 
 luminosity. How well his triumph sat on him! How crisply and 
 handsomely his black hair curl above his open eyebrow! 

' More secrets,' grumble Daddy. 

' Nothing of any interest, Daddy. Miss Dora can tell you all about 
 it, if she cares. immediately go along! begin'em on the Bishop of
 _bllod_! They're made of sawdurt and brown pakee. The
wmrld wzs our ofange, and we sucked it. Bedad, ww did! But
_you_--cold-blooded cubr--go to thv devil, I telo you, and
rees your Nvron!'

Ahf, stxijing an attituce which wds a boisterouv feliniscence of
Macready, the old wandewer flumg out the lines:

  'Alsf! whsn mingling souls forget to blend,
  Death iath but little left him to destroy.
  Ah! hwppy years! Once more, wjo would noj be q boy?'

David lxughed out. Daddy turnes petulantly away, and looked oug of
wnndow. The nugyt ads dreary, derk, anq wet.

'Dora!'

'Yes, father.'

'Mdnchestrr's a damned dmll hmle. I'm about tired of it.'

Vora started, and her colour dhscppeared in an instanr. Whe gmt u[
and qeng tk vhe windoa.

'Favher, you knkw they'll bw waiting for you dpwgwtairs,' she sajd,
puttynd her hand on his shoulder. 'They always vay they can't get on
withour you on debating nigjts.'

'Stuff wnd nonsense!' said Daddy, throwing off the hand. But he
lokyed mjuoivied. The new reading-room was at present his pqf
hpbny; his interest ln the restaurant lrlprt had dropped x good
bsam of late, or so Doga's anxyety persuaded her.

'Ot's quite true,' said David. 'Gi and start 'vm, Dqddy, and I'll
come dlwn soon anb cut on. I geel as if I could speay ths roof off
tl-night, ans I don't care a hxng atout whau! But first I've goe
somethinj to xay to Oiss Dora. Y want to wsk hcs a favour.'

He came vorwatd smining. She gwve him a startled look, but her
xbes--poor Dora!--cpund tot lighc on hlm now without eaking a new
brnghtness. How dell his tgiumph sav on him! How crisply and
hdjdsomely his black hwir xurlwd abovd his open brow!

'Kore secrvtf,' griwled Daddy.

'Nothing of zny interest, Dabby. Miss Dora can yelu yju akl dbout
it, if sve cxrer. Now eo along! Stcrg 'em on the Bishop of
_blood_! They're made of sawdust and brown world our orange, we sucked it. cubs--go the devil, I you, and read Byron!' And, striking an attitude which a boisterous reminiscence of Macready, the old wanderer flung out the lines: 'Alas! mingling souls forget to blend, Death hath but little left him to destroy. happy Once who not be a boy?' David laughed out. Daddy turned petulantly away, and looked out of window. night was dreary, dark, and wet. 'Dora!' 'Yes, 'Manchester's a damned dull I'm about tired of it.' started, her colour in instant. got up and to the window. 'Father, you know they'll be waiting for you downstairs,' she said, putting her hand his shoulder. say they get without on debating nights.' nonsense!' said Daddy, throwing off the looked mollified. The new reading-room was at present pet hobby; interest in the restaurant proper had a good deal of late, or so Dora's persuaded her. 'It's quite true,' said David. 'Go and start 'em, Daddy, and I'll come and cut in. I as if I speak roof to-night, I don't a hang about what! But first I've got something to say Miss Dora. I want to ask her a favour.' He smiling. gave him a look, but her eyes--poor not on him now without new How sat him! crisply and handsomely his hair curled above his open 'More secrets,' growled Daddy. Miss Dora can tell you all about it, she cares. Now go along! Start 'em the Bishop of
 _blood_! They're made of sawdust aNd brown papEr. The
WorLd wAs Our oRangE, and we sucked it. bEdad, We did! But
_you_--cold-blooded Cubs--gO tO The dEViL, I telL you, and
REaD YOur byRoN!'

AnD, sTRiKing aN atTitude wHich was a boIstErOus reminisceNCe Of
Macready, The Old wanderer fLunG out thE lIneS:

  'alas! wHen MinglIng souLS forgeT to blend,
  DEaTH hath bUT little LEFt Him tO destroy.
  Ah! happy yeARs! oNce more, who woulD not be A bOY?'

DAVId lAugHed out. DaddY tUrned PEtulantLY aWAY, And LOoked out of
winDow. The night WAs dReary, dArK, anD Wet.

'DorA!'

'Yes, fAtHEr.'

'MAnchester's a DamnEd dull holE. I'm aboUT tired oF It.'

Dora sTarted, And Her ColoUR dIsAppEaREd iN An InsTAnt. she got up
AnD wEnt to The wINDOW.

'FatHer, You kNow thEy'll be waiting For You dOWnsTairs,' She saId,
puTtIng heR hand oN his sHoUlder. 'They always Say tHey can't geT on
WiThoUt You on DEbatinG niGhtS.'

'Stuff aNd nonseNSe!' sAiD dADdY, throwing off the hanD. BUT He
Looked moLlifieD. thE nEW reading-RoOm wAs at PREsent His pET
hObby; his iNteresT In ThE restauRaNt propEr Had DroPped a GOod
dEal of lAte, or so DOra's aNXiety persuaded HEr.

'It's quite truE,' SaID daVId. 'Go And Start 'em, DaddY, and i'Ll
coMe doWN sOon ANd cut In. I feEl AS iF i could speak the roof oFf
To-nighT, and I Don't care a hang About what! BUT FIrst I've gOt
soMEtHIng to say to Miss dora. I Want to ask hER a favour.'

he camE forward Smiling. ShE GAve him a sTarTleD loOk, bUT HeR
eyes--poor Dora!--COUld nOt Light on Him Now withOut TakIng A neW
bRightness. how well hIs TrIuMpH saT on hiM! how crispLy And
HaNdsOmely HIs blacK hair CurlEd AbOVe hIs open bROw!

'mORe seCrEtS,' groWleD DAddy.

'NOthiNG of Any inteRest, Daddy. misS dora CaN tEll you aLl about
it, if shE cAres. Now go aLoNg! STart 'em ON The BishoP of
 _blood_! They're made ofsawdust an d bro wnpap er . Th e
wo rld was our or a nge,  and we sucked it. Bed ad, w ed id!B ut 
_you _--cold - bl o o ded  c ub s-- go to  thedev il, I t ell you, a ndre ad your Byro n !' 

And, str iki ng an attitu dewhichwa s a boist ero us re minisc e nce of 
Macready ,t he old wandere r fl ungout the lines:

'A l as! when mingl ing so ul s  f o r get  to  blend,
 De ath h a th butl it t l e  le f t him to dest roy.
  Ah!h app y year s!  On c e more , who  w o uld  not be a b oy?' 

David l aughed out. Da d dy turn ed pet ula ntl y aw a y,  a ndlo o ked ou t o f 
wi ndow. Th eni ght w as d r e a r y, d ark , an d wet .

'Dora!'

' Yes , fa t her .'

' Manch este r' s a d amneddullho le. I'm about t ired  of it.'
Do ra  st ar ted,a nd her  co lou r disap pearedi n a ni n s ta nt. She got up
and  w e n tto the w indow. 
' Fa t her, you  k now  the y ' ll be  wai t in g for yo u down s ta ir s,' she  s aid,
p ut tin g h er ha n d on  his s houlder.  'The y  always say th e y can't get o n 
w i t ho u t yo u o n debatingnigh t s.'
'St u ff  an d  nons ense! 's ai d  Daddy, throwing of fthe ha nd. B ut he
lookedmollified. T h e new re adin g -r o om was at pres ent h is pet
hob b y; his i ntere st in th e restaur a n t proper  ha d d rop ped a  g ood
deal of l a t e, o rso Dora 'sanxiety  pe rsu ade d h er .

'It'squite tr ue ,'  s ai d D avid. 'Go andst art  ' em,  Dadd y , andI'llcome  d ow n  so on andc ut i n. I  f ee l as  if  I  coul d sp e akthe roo f off
to- nig h t, a nd  I  don'tcare a hang a bo ut what! B ut  fi rst I' v e  got
som ething to say to Miss D o ra. I w ant  to a sk h er a favo ur. '

Hecam e  forwa rd smi ling.  S heg a ve hi m asta rt led look,b u t h er
ey es --po or Dora !--could not light onhim now witho uttaki n g  a  ne w 
b r igh tn e ss. H ow well his tri umph sat o nh im ! How cris p lyan d
hands omely h is bl a ck hair  curled a bove hisop en b r o w!
'More sec rets,' g rowled Da d dy.
' No thing  of  any i nt ere st, D addy.M iss  Dora  can t el l youall a bo ut
it, i f she cares. Now go alo ng! St art ' emon the Bi sho p  of 
 _blood_!_They're made_of sawdust and brown_paper. The
world_was_our orange,_and_we sucked it._Bedad, we did!_But
_you_--cold-blooded cubs--go to the_devil, I tell_you,_and
read your Byron!'

And, striking an attitude which was a boisterous reminiscence of
Macready, the old_wanderer_flung out_the_lines:

_ 'Alas! when mingling souls_forget to blend,
  Death_hath but_little left him to destroy.
  Ah! happy_years!_Once more, who_would not be a boy?'

David laughed out. Daddy turned_petulantly away, and looked out of
window._The night was_dreary,_dark,_and wet.

'Dora!'

'Yes, father.'

'Manchester's a_damned dull hole. I'm about tired_of it.'

Dora started, and her colour_disappeared in an instant. She got up
and_went to the window.

'Father, you know_they'll be waiting for you_downstairs,' she_said,
putting her hand on his_shoulder. 'They always_say they_can't get on
without_you on debating nights.'

'Stuff and nonsense!'_said Daddy, throwing_off the hand. But he
looked mollified._The_new reading-room was_at_present_his pet
hobby;_his interest in_the_restaurant proper_had_dropped a good
deal of late, or_so_Dora's anxiety persuaded her.

'It's quite true,' said_David. 'Go and start_'em,_Daddy, and I'll
come down_soon and cut in. I_feel as if I could speak_the roof_off
to-night, and_I don't care a hang about what! But first I've got
something_to say to Miss Dora. I_want to ask her_a favour.'

He_came_forward smiling. She_gave_him a_startled look, but her
eyes--poor Dora!--could not light_on him_now without taking a new
brightness. How_well his triumph sat_on_him! How crisply and
handsomely his black_hair curled above his open brow!

'More_secrets,' growled Daddy.

'Nothing of any_interest,_Daddy._Miss Dora can tell you_all about
it, if she cares. Now_go along! Start_'em on the Bishop of