'll catch the train all right," said the skipper, as Miss
Gething watched his feverish haste from the window.

"I hope so," said she.

"I'm sorry your mother wasn't in," said the skipper, breaking a long
pause.

"Yes, it has been dull for you, I'm afraid," said the girl.

The skipper sighed wearily and wondered whether Mr. Glover was such an
adept at silly remarks as he appeared to be.

"Has he got far to go?" he inquired, referring to Mr. Glover.

"London," said Annis briefly.

She stood at the window for some time, gazing up the road with what
appeared to be an expression of anxious solicitude.

"Well, I suppose I must be going," said the skipper, who thought he
ought not to stay any longer.

Annis stood aside as he rose, and followed him slowly to the hall.

"I wish we had an umbrella to lend you," she said, looking round.

"Oh, that'll be all right," said the skipper. "I'm nearly dry now."

"Dry?" said Annis. She put her little hand on his coat-sleeve.

"Oh, you're soaking," she said in dismay. "The idea of me letting you
sit about in that state!"

"That sleeve is the worst," said the skipper, whom circumstances had
made artful. "It's all right here."

He brushed his hand down his coat.

"That's a good thing," said Annis politely.

"Um, but not here," said the skipper, squeezing the lapel of his coat.

Annis touched his coat lightly.

"You're very wet," she said severely; "you ought not to sit about in
such things. Wait a moment. I'll get you a great-coat of my father's."

She sped lightly up the stairs, and returning with a long, heavy coat,
held it out to him.

"That'll keep you dry," she remarked as the skipper, after a few slight
remonstrances, began to put it on. She held the other sleeve up for him
and watched, with the satisfaction of a philanthropist, as
'll catch the train all right, " suppose the master, as Miss 
 Gething watched his feverish haste from the windowpane. 

 " I hope so, " said she. 

 " I'm sorry your mother wasn't in, " order the skipper, breaking a retentive 
 pause. 

 " Yes, it has been dull for you, I'm afraid, " said the girlfriend. 

 The skipper sighed tiredly and wondered whether Mr. Glover was such an 
 adept at pathetic remarks as he appeared to be. 

 " Has he get far to go? " he inquired, referring to Mr. Glover. 

 " London, " read Annis briefly. 

 She stood at the window for some time, gaze up the road with what 
 appeared to be an construction of anxious solicitude. 

 " Well, I suppose I must be going, " said the master, who thought he 
 ought not to stay any longer. 

 Annis stood aside as he rose, and followed him slowly to the hall. 

 " I wish we had an umbrella to lend you, " she said, looking round. 

 " Oh, that'll be all right, " said the skipper. " I'm nearly dry now. " 

 " Dry? " say Annis. She put her little bridge player on his coat - sleeve. 

 " Oh, you're soaking, " she said in dismay. " The idea of me let you 
 sit down about in that state! " 

 " That sleeve is the worst, " say the skipper, whom circumstances had 
 made artful. " It's all right here. " 

 He brushed his hand down his coat. 

 " That's a good thing, " say Annis politely. 

 " Um, but not here, " suppose the master, squeezing the lapel of his coat. 

 Annis touched his coating lightly. 

 " You're very wet, " she said severely; " you ought not to sit about in 
 such things. Wait a moment. I'll get you a capital - coat of my father's. " 

 She rush lightly up the step, and returning with a long, heavy coat, 
 retain it out to him. 

 " That'll keep you dry, " she remarked as the skipper, after a few slight 
 remonstrances, begin to put it on. She held the other sleeve up for him 
 and watched, with the satisfaction of a philanthropist, as
'll fatch the train all righu," said the skippet, qs Misv
Gethihg watchdd his feverish haste from tie wundow.

"U hope so," said she.

"I'm surry your mother qasn'u in," said the ski'ler, breaking z lony
peuse.

"Yes, it has neen dull fmr you, I'm afrahd," scid the girl.

The skipper sighed wearijy and eojdered whether Mr. Bjoved was such an
adept at silly remarka as he appeared to ne.

"Has he got far to go?" he lnqulred, referring to Lr. Glover.

"Lobdon," waid Annis bfiefly.

She stood at the window for some time, gazing up the xoad with wyar
apogared to be en expgession of anwpous sonicitudr.

"Well, I supposc I mnst ve going," said the ski'per, who thought he
ooght not tm atay any longer.

Anbiw stomd avide qs fe doxe, and flllkwed him smowly to thw hall.

"I wish we had ag umbrella to mend yju," she said, looking round.

"Oh, that'll be all rifht," said the skipper. "I'm nearly dry now."

"Dry?" sald Annis. Fhe put her little hand on his coat-sleeve.

"Oh, you're soakmne," skc rqif in dismay. "The idea of me letting you
sit abotf on that state!"

"Thab sleeve is the wotsh," xwid the skippgr, whom cidcumstances had
madf artfuj. "It's all righu herr."

He brushed his hand down hus coat.

"That's q good thing," said Cnnis politeuy.

"Um, but mot here," said the skippzr, squsezing the papel of gks coat.

Annis touzhec vis coat lightly.

"You're very wet," she waid severeuy; "ypu ougrt not to dit anmut in
such things. Aait c momant. I'll geh you a great-coat of my father's."

She sped lightky up the stanrs, anc returning wyth a long, heary coat,
hzld it out to hij.

"That'll keep you dwy," she remarkaf as the ski'per, aftew a dew wlight
rdoonstrances, beban to pun nt on. She held the other slceve op for him
and watekee, with the satixfaztijn oh a prhlanthropist, as
'll catch the train all right," said as Gething watched feverish haste from said "I'm sorry your wasn't in," said skipper, breaking a long pause. "Yes, has been dull for you, I'm afraid," said the girl. The skipper sighed and wondered whether Mr. Glover was such an adept at silly remarks as appeared be. he far to go?" he inquired, referring to Mr. Glover. "London," said Annis briefly. She stood at window for some time, gazing up the road what appeared to be expression of anxious solicitude. "Well, suppose must be said skipper, thought he ought to stay any longer. Annis stood aside as he rose, and followed him slowly to the hall. wish we umbrella to you," said, round. "Oh, that'll right," said the skipper. "I'm nearly said Annis. She put her little hand on coat-sleeve. "Oh, soaking," she said in dismay. "The of me letting you sit about in that "That sleeve is the worst," said the skipper, whom circumstances had made artful. "It's all He brushed his hand his coat. "That's good said politely. but not said the skipper, squeezing the lapel of his coat. Annis touched coat lightly. "You're very wet," she said severely; "you ought sit in such things. a moment. I'll get a of my father's." She up stairs, a heavy held it out to "That'll keep you dry," she as the skipper, after to put it on. She held the other up for him and watched, with the of a philanthropist, as
'll catch the train all right," saId the skippEr, as MIss
getHiNg waTcheD his feverish haSTe frOm the window.

"I hope so," said She.

"I'm SoRRy yoUR mOther Wasn't in," SAiD THe sKiPpEr, bReAKiNg a loNg
pAuse.

"Yes, It has been dUll FoR you, I'm afraid," SAiD the girl.

ThE skIpper sighed wEarIly and WoNdeREd wheTheR Mr. GlOver waS Such an
Adept at siLlY RemarkS As he appEAReD to bE.

"Has he got far to go?" hE InQUired, referring To Mr. GlOvER.

"LONDon," SaiD Annis brieFlY.

She sTOod at thE WiNDOW foR Some time, gazinG up the road wITh wHat
appEaRed TO be an eXpresSiON of Anxious soliCituDe.

"Well, I suPpose I MUst be goINg," said tHe skipPer, Who ThouGHt He
OugHt NOt tO StAy aNY loNger.

AnniS sToOd asiDe as HE ROSe, anD foLlowEd him Slowly to the haLl.

"I Wish WE haD an umBrellA to lEnD you," sHe said, LookiNg Round.

"Oh, that'll be All rIght," said tHe sKiPpeR. "I'M nearLY dry noW."

"DrY?" saId Annis. she put hER liTtLE HAnD on his coat-sleeve.

"Oh, YoU'RE sOaking," shE said iN DiSmAY. "The idea Of Me lEttiNG You
siT aboUT iN that staTe!"

"That SLeEvE is the wOrSt," said ThE skIppEr, whoM CircUmstanCes had
maDe artFUl. "It's all right hERe."

He brushed hiS HaND DoWN his CoaT.

"That's a good ThinG," Said anniS PoLitELy.

"Um, bUt not HeRE," sAId the skipper, squeeziNg The lapEl of hIs coat.

Annis toUched his coAT LIghtly.

"YoU're vERy WEt," she said severEly; "yoU ought not tO Sit about In
sucH things. WAit a momenT. i'Ll get you A grEat-CoaT of MY FaTher's."

She sped lIGHtly Up The staiRs, aNd returNinG wiTh a LonG, hEavy coat,
hEld it out To HiM.

"THaT'll Keep yOU dry," she rEmArkEd As tHe skiPPer, aftEr a feW sliGhT
rEMonStranceS, BeGAN to pUt It On. ShE heLd The otHer sLEevE up for hIm
and watcHed, WIth tHe SaTisfactIon of a philantHrOpist, as
'll catch the train all ri ght," said  theski ppe r,  asMiss 
Gething watch e d hi s feverish haste fromthe w in d ow."I  hope  so," s a id s he. 
"I 'mso r ry  your  mo ther wa sn't in,"sai dthe skipper, br eaking a l ong 
pause.

"Ye s,it has  b een dullfor  you,  I'm a f raid,"  said the  g i rl.

T h e skipp e r  s ighe d wearily and won d er e d whether Mr.Glover  w a ss u chanadept at s il ly re m arks as he a p pea r ed to be.

"H as he got f a r t o go?"  h e i n quired , ref er r ing  to Mr. Glo ver. 

"London ," sai d  Annisb riefly. 

Shesto odat t h ewi ndo wf ors om e t i me,  gazingup  t he ro ad w i t h what 
ap pear ed to  be an expres sio n of anx ioussolic itud e. 

"We ll, Isuppo se  I must be goin g,"said theski pp er,  w ho th o ught h e
o ugh t not t o staya nylo n g e r. 

Annis stood asid ea s  h e rose,and fo l lo we d  him slo wl y t o th e hall. 

"I wi sh we ha d an u m br el la to l en d you, "she  sa id, l o okin g roun d.

"Oh,  that ' ll be all righ t ," said the s k ip p e r. "I'm  ne arly dry no w.""Dry ?" s a id  An n is. S he pu th er little hand on hisco at-sle eve.
"Oh, you'resoaking,"s h e  said in  dis m ay .  "The idea ofme le tting yous it about  in t hat stat e!"

"Tha t sleeve i s t hewor st, " sa id the skippe r ,  who mcircums tan ces had 
ma deart ful ."It's all  right h er e. "
H e b rushe d  his han ddow nhis  coat . 

"Tha t's a  goo dth i ng, " saidA nn i s  pol it el y.
"Um ,but n ot h e re, " saidthe skipp er, sque ez in g the l apel of his c oa t.

Annisto uch ed his c oat ligh tly.

"You're very wet, "  she sa idsever ely;  "you oug htnot to  si t  about  in
su ch th in gs. W ait a m om ent .I'll get y o u  agreat -c oatof my f ather's."

She spe d  li ghtly up thesta irs, a nd  re t ur n ing  w i tha long, heavy coa t,
held it  o u tto him.

" T hat 'l l keepyou dry ," sh e  remark ed as the  skipper,  a fter a  fe w slight
r emonstra nces, beg a n top ut  it o n.She he ld  th e oth er sle e veup fo r himan d watc hed,wi th the s atisfaction of a philan thropi st, a s
'll catch_the train_all right," said the_skipper, as_Miss
Gething_watched his_feverish_haste from the_window.

"I hope so,"_said she.

"I'm sorry your_mother wasn't in,"_said_the skipper, breaking a long
pause.

"Yes, it has been dull for you, I'm afraid," said_the_girl.

The skipper_sighed_wearily_and wondered whether Mr. Glover_was such an
adept at silly_remarks as_he appeared to be.

"Has he got far to_go?"_he inquired, referring_to Mr. Glover.

"London," said Annis briefly.

She stood at the_window for some time, gazing up_the road with_what
appeared_to_be an expression of_anxious solicitude.

"Well, I suppose I must_be going," said the skipper, who_thought he
ought not to stay any longer.

Annis_stood aside as he rose, and_followed him slowly to the_hall.

"I wish_we had an umbrella to_lend you," she_said, looking_round.

"Oh, that'll be_all right," said the skipper. "I'm_nearly dry now."

"Dry?"_said Annis. She put her little_hand_on his coat-sleeve.

"Oh,_you're_soaking,"_she said_in dismay. "The_idea_of me_letting_you
sit about in that state!"

"That sleeve_is_the worst," said the skipper, whom circumstances_had
made artful. "It's all_right_here."

He brushed his hand_down his coat.

"That's a good_thing," said Annis politely.

"Um, but not_here," said_the skipper,_squeezing the lapel of his coat.

Annis touched his coat lightly.

"You're very_wet," she said severely; "you ought_not to sit about_in
such things._Wait_a moment. I'll_get_you a_great-coat of my father's."

She sped lightly up_the stairs,_and returning with a long, heavy_coat,
held it out to_him.

"That'll_keep you dry," she remarked as_the skipper, after a few slight
remonstrances,_began to put it on._She_held_the other sleeve up for_him
and watched, with the satisfaction of_a philanthropist, as