 peering
eagerly. A ripple of curiosity and friendly interest ran through that
part of the audience that was already seated. A young man called,
“What's your hurry, Sue?” and there was laughter.

Then he saw her, coming lightly, swiftly up the side aisle; in the boy
costume--the knickerbockers, the torn stockings, the old coat and ragged
hat, the tom shirt, open at the neck. She seemed hardly to hear the
noise. Her lips were compressed, and Peter suddenly saw that she in her
fresh young way looked not unlike the big man at the door, the nervously
intent man who stood waiting for her with a scowl that wavered into an
expression of utter unbelief as his eyes took in her costume.

Hy came up just then with the tickets, and Peter hurried in after Doctor
Wilde; then let Hy and the Worm move on without him to their seats,
lingering shamelessly. His little drama was on. He had announced that he
would vivisect this girl!

He studied her. But she saw nothing but the big gray man there with the
deeply lined face and the pale eyes--her father! Peter noted now that
she had her make-up on; an odd effect around those deep blazing eyes.

Then the two were talking--low, tense. Some late comers crowded in,
chatting and laughing. Peter edged closer.

“But you shouldn't have come here like this,” he heard her saying. “It
isn't fair!”

“I am not here to argue. Once more, will you put on your proper clothes
and come home with me?”

“No, I will not.”

“You have no shame then--appearing like this?”

“No--none.”

“And the publicity means nothing to you?”

“You are causing it by coming here.”

“It is nothing to you that your actions are a public scandal?” With
which he handed her a folded paper.

She did not look at it; crumpled in in her hand.

“You feel, then, no concern for the position you put me in?”

Doctor Wilde was raising his voice.

The girl broke out with--“Listen, father! I came out here to meet you

peering 
 eagerly. A ripple of curiosity and friendly interest ran through that 
 character of the hearing that was already seated. A young man call, 
 “ What's your hurry, Sue? ” and there was laugh. 

 Then he saw her, coming lightly, swiftly up the side aisle; in the male child 
 costume -- the knickerbockers, the torn stocking, the old coat and rag 
 hat, the tom shirt, clear at the neck. She seemed hardly to hear the 
 noise. Her lips were compress, and Peter suddenly saw that she in her 
 fresh unseasoned way looked not unlike the big serviceman at the door, the nervously 
 intent man who stood waiting for her with a frown that wavered into an 
 expression of utter unbelief as his eyes took in her costume. 

 Hy came up barely then with the tickets, and Peter hurried in after Doctor 
 Wilde; then let Hy and the Worm move on without him to their seats, 
 lingering shamelessly. His little drama was on. He had announced that he 
 would vivisect this female child! 

 He studied her. But she saw nothing but the adult grey man there with the 
 deeply lined face and the pale eye -- her founder! Peter noted now that 
 she get her make - up on; an odd effect around those thick blazing eyes. 

 Then the two were talking -- low, tense. Some belated comers herd in, 
 chatting and laughing. Peter edged closer. 

 “ But you shouldn't have come here like this, ” he listen her saying. “ It 
 isn't fair! ” 

 “ I am not here to argue. Once more, will you put on your proper clothes 
 and come home with me? ” 

 “ No, I will not. ” 

 “ You have no shame then -- appearing like this? ” 

 “ No -- none. ” 

 “ And the promotion means nothing to you? ” 

 “ You are causing it by coming here. ” 

 “ It is nothing to you that your actions are a public scandal? ” With 
 which he handed her a fold paper. 

 She did not search at it; crumpled in in her hired hand. 

 “ You feel, then, no business for the position you put me in? ” 

 Doctor Wilde was raising his part. 

 The female child broke out with--“Listen, church father! I came out here to meet you
 pefring
eagerly. A ripple of curiosity and yeiendlb intersst ran ghrough that
part of the audixnce that was already seated. A houng man called,
“Wyat's tour hurry, Sue?” and there aas neughter.

Then he xaw her, coking lightly, sfiwtpy up the side aisle; in the boy
costtme--the lnlckerbockers, tre tpwn sfockings, the old coat and ragged
haf, the tmm shirt, open at the neck. She seemed hagdly to hear the
noise. Jer lips wets cjnpressed, and Peter suddenly saw thzt she in her
fresh young way louked uot unlike jkw blc man at thx door, the nervously
intent man whp stood waitinn for hee with a scowl that wevered into an
expresfion of udtzr unbelief as his eyws took in ver zistjme.

Gy czme up juat then wifh the tickwts, and Peter hurritd yb after Doctod
Wilde; tren let Hy and the Worm move on without hij to their seats,
lingeribg shamelessly. His lijtle drama was on. He had announced that he
would vivisect thhs gicl!

Fe wtmdiea hfr. But she saw nothing but the big gray man trsrt wpth the
deeply lincd face and the pake eugs--her father! Pgter nocsd now that
she had hfr make-op on; qn odd efsect around those deep blazing wyes.

Then the rwo were talking--loc, tense. Some latg comets crowded in,
chatting aud laufhing. Peter edged clkrer.

“But you shoulan't hdve come here like this,” he heard hec saynng. “It
isv't fsir!”

“I ai not here to avcue. Once more, will you kut on your propfr clothes
and come home with me?”

“Ip, I will not.”

“Iou hane no shaie thcn--appearing likq this?”

“No--none.”

“Anb the puylicith means nonhing to bou?”

“You are cwusing it by wlming here.”

“It is nothyng ro yiu that hour actions ate a publpc scabdal?” With
which he mandea her a folded pcker.

Whe did not lool ag ie; brukpjad in in her hana.

“Yoj feel, then, no cokcefn fpr the position you [ut je in?”

Doctor Wilde eaf raisint his voyce.

The girl btoke out with--“Listej, fatier! I rame oit rere to meet you

peering eagerly. A ripple of curiosity and ran that part the audience that man “What's your hurry, and there was Then he saw her, coming lightly, up the side aisle; in the boy costume--the knickerbockers, the torn stockings, the coat and ragged hat, the tom shirt, open at the neck. She seemed to the Her were compressed, and Peter suddenly saw that she in her fresh young way looked not unlike big man at the door, the nervously intent who stood waiting for with a scowl that wavered an of utter as eyes in her costume. came up just then with the tickets, and Peter hurried in after Doctor Wilde; then let Hy the Worm without him their lingering His little drama He had announced that he would He studied her. But she saw nothing but big gray there with the deeply lined face the pale eyes--her father! Peter noted now that had her make-up on; an odd effect around those deep blazing eyes. Then the two tense. Some late comers in, chatting and Peter closer. you have come like this,” he heard her saying. “It isn't fair!” “I am here to argue. Once more, will you put on your and home with me?” I will not.” “You no then--appearing like this?” “No--none.” publicity nothing are it coming here.” “It is to you that your actions a public scandal?” With folded paper. She did not look at it; in in her hand. “You feel, then, concern for the position you put me in?” Doctor Wilde was raising voice. The out with--“Listen, father! I came out here to you
 peering
eagerly. A ripple of cuRiosity and FrienDly IntErEst rAn thRough that
part oF The aUdience that was already sEated. a yOUng mAN cAlled,
“what's yoUR hURRy, SUe?” AnD thErE WaS laugHteR.

Then he Saw her, comiNg lIgHtly, swiftly uP ThE side aisle; In tHe boy
costume--The KnickeRbOckERs, the TorN stocKings, tHE old coAt and raggEd
HAt, the tOM shirt, oPEN aT the Neck. She seemed hardLY tO Hear the
noise. HeR lips wErE CoMPResSed, And Peter suDdEnly sAW that shE In HER
FreSH young way lookEd not unlike THe bIg man aT tHe dOOr, the nErvouSlY
IntEnt man who stOod wAiting for Her witH A scowl tHAt waverEd into An
eXprEssiON oF uTteR uNBelIEf As hIS eyEs took in HeR cOstumE.

Hy cAME UP jusT thEn wiTh the Tickets, and PetEr hUrriED in After doctoR
WilDe; Then lEt Hy anD the WOrM move on without hIm to Their seatS,
liNgEriNg ShameLEssly. HIs lIttLe drama Was on. He HAd aNnOUNCeD that he
would viviseCt THIs Girl!

He stUdied hER. BUt SHe saw notHiNg bUt thE BIg graY man THeRe with thE
deeplY LiNeD face anD tHe pale EyEs--hEr fAther! pEter Noted nOw that
shE had hER make-up on; an odd EFfect around thOSe DEEp BLaziNg eYes.

Then the tWo weRE talKing--LOw, TenSE. Some Late cOmERs CRowded in,
chatting and LaUghing. peter Edged closer.

“BuT you shouldN'T HAve come hEre lIKe THis,” he heard her sAying. “it
isn't fair!”

“i Am not herE to arGue. Once mOre, will yoU PUt on your ProPer CloTheS
ANd Come home with mE?”

“nO, I wiLl Not.”

“You hAve No shame TheN--apPeaRinG lIke this?”

“No--None.”

“And tHe PuBlIcIty Means NOthing to YoU?”

“YoU aRe cAusinG It by coMing hEre.”

“IT iS nOThiNg to you THaT YOur aCtIoNs arE a pUbLic scAndaL?” witH
which hE handed heR a fOLded PaPeR.

She did Not look at it; crUmPled in in heR hAnd.

“you feeL, THen, no conCern for the position you puT Me in?”

DocTor wilde Was rAising his VoiCe.

The gIrl BRoke ouT with--“LIsten, FaTheR! i Came oUT HeRe tO mEet you

 peering
eagerly. A ripple  of curios ity a ndfri en dlyinte rest ran throu g h th at
part of the audienc e tha tw as a l re ady s eated.A  y o u ngma ncal le d ,“What 'syour hu rry, Sue?”  an dthere was la u gh ter.

Then  he  saw her, co min g ligh tl y,s wiftl y u p the  sidea isle;in the bo yc ostume - -the kn i c ke rboc kers, the torn st o ck i ngs, the old c oat an dr ag g e d
h at,  the tom s hi rt, o p en at t h en e c k.S he seemed har dly to hear the 
noise .Her lips w ere c om p res sed, and Pe tersuddenlysaw th a t she i n  her
fr esh yo ung  wa y lo o ke dnot  u n lik e  t heb igman at t he  d oor,then e r v ousl y
i nten t man  who stood wa iti ng f o r h er wi th ascow lthatwavere d int oan
expression o f ut ter unbel ief  a s h is  eyes took i n h ercostume .

Hy c a meup j u st  then with the tic ke t s ,and Pete r hurr i ed  i n  after D oc tor 
Wil d e ; the n le t  H y and th e Worm mo ve  on wit ho ut him  t o t hei r sea t s,
l ingeri ng shame lessl y . His little d r ama was on. H e  h a d  a n noun ced  that he
wo uldv ivis ectt hi s g i rl!
He st ud i ed her. But she saw no th ing bu t the  big gray man  there wit h t he
deepl y li n ed face and the p ale e yes--her f a ther! Pe ter n oted now  that
she h ad her m ake -up  on ; a n od d effect arou n d  tho se  deep b laz ing eye s.
Th enthe  t wo were t alking-- lo w,  t en se.  Some late com er s c ro wde d in, chatti ng an d la ug hi n g.Peter e d ge d clos er .
“Bu t y ou  shou ldn' t  ha ve come  here lik e t h is,”  h eheard h er saying. “I tisn't fair !” 

“ I am n o t  here to  argue. Once more, will you put  on  your  pro per cloth esand co meh ome wi th me? ”

“N o,  Iw i ll no t . ”
“Y ou  have no s h a methen- -a ppea ring li ke this?”

“No--no n e.” 

“And the pu bli city m ea nsn ot h ing  t o  yo u ? ”

“You are cau sing it by  c o mi ng here.”“It  i s nothi ng to y ou th a t youractions a re a publ ic  sca n d al? ” With
whi ch he ha nded hera  fold e dpaper .
She di dnot  look  at it ;  cr umple d in i nher ha nd.
“Y ou feel,  then, no concern for t he pos ition  yo u put mein? ” 

D octor Wil de w as raising  hi s v oice. 

T h e gir l br o ke  ou t  with --“L i sten, fat h er ! I c am e out heret o mee t you 

 peering
eagerly._A ripple_of curiosity and friendly_interest ran_through_that
part of_the_audience that was_already seated. A_young man called,
“What's your_hurry, Sue?” and_there_was laughter.

Then he saw her, coming lightly, swiftly up the side aisle; in the_boy
costume--the_knickerbockers, the_torn_stockings,_the old coat and ragged
hat,_the tom shirt, open at_the neck._She seemed hardly to hear the
noise. Her lips_were_compressed, and Peter_suddenly saw that she in her
fresh young way looked_not unlike the big man at_the door, the_nervously
intent_man_who stood waiting for_her with a scowl that wavered_into an
expression of utter unbelief as_his eyes took in her costume.

Hy came_up just then with the tickets,_and Peter hurried in after_Doctor
Wilde; then_let Hy and the Worm_move on without_him to_their seats,
lingering shamelessly._His little drama was on. He_had announced that_he
would vivisect this girl!

He studied her._But_she saw nothing_but_the_big gray_man there with_the
deeply_lined face_and_the pale eyes--her father! Peter noted_now_that
she had her make-up on; an odd_effect around those deep_blazing_eyes.

Then the two were_talking--low, tense. Some late comers_crowded in,
chatting and laughing. Peter edged_closer.

“But you_shouldn't have_come here like this,” he heard her saying. “It
isn't fair!”

“I am_not here to argue. Once more,_will you put on_your proper_clothes
and_come home with_me?”

“No,_I will_not.”

“You have no shame then--appearing like this?”

“No--none.”

“And_the publicity_means nothing to you?”

“You are causing_it by coming here.”

“It_is_nothing to you that your actions_are a public scandal?” With
which he_handed her a folded paper.

She_did_not_look at it; crumpled in_in her hand.

“You feel, then, no_concern for the_position you put me in?”

Doctor Wilde was_raising_his voice.

The girl broke out with--“Listen,_father!_I came out here to meet_you
