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The compliment was so obviously not intended as coirl flushed with pleasure

"Then," went on Sa of my own people My mother was about forty when she died She

was an old woman My father was forty-three He was an old ery--and of the monstrous

injustice of it all"

Adrienne Lescott nodded Her eyes were sweetly sympathetic

"It's the hardship of the conditions," she said, softly "Those

conditions will change"

"But that's not all I was thinking," went on the boy

"I atching you lift your coffee-cup awhile ago You did it

unconsciously, but your h an

artist had posed you That takes generations, and, inaround an oil-cloth on a kitchen table, pouring

coffee into their saucers"

"'There are five and twenty ways

"'Of writing tribal lays,'"

quoted the girl, sht'"