was wearing yellow button shoes, and a now round, hard, straw hat, a skimmer, with a black and red striped band. Ho had gained some weight and had a new, masculino confidence about him. The girls he passed sighed longingly; and some even dared to glance around and stare after him. He walked jauntily, briskly. He was carrying a large bouquet of red roses in one hand and under his other arm he held a five-pound box of candy, tied up prettily, with a huge satin bow. His suit was new, and in the latest style, with tight, high cuffs on the trousers, showing his button shoes to advantage. His collar was tight, high, and gleaming with starch. And he was wearing a pink carnation in his button-hole. When he rang the old-fashioned doorbell, he was trembling with excitement.

"Have more tea, Mr. Harwood."

"No, thank you, Mrs. Daniels. Thank you, Ma'am, but I ve had enough.

"Another cookie, then?"

"No, thank you, really, Ma'am."

"I baked them myself just this morning..."

"Thank you just the same, Mrs. Daniels, but I've had quite enough. I enjoyed them very much. They were delicious, and the tea was excellent."

"Well now, I'm glad that you enjoyed them, Mr. Harwood."

"And our little girl sends home money every single week..."

"Papa, you said that."

"I'm glad, Mr. Daniels."

"Yessir, our little girl doesn't forget the old folks; far away, working on a big newspaper in New York City, but our little girl sends home money to her old folks every single week! Yessir)"

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