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"How can I go there and tell her that?"

"Lord!"

"She cannot go to the hotel----"

"Well, I guess not! It ain't fit for her Lu ood cake fro I don't expect pie is much her style, and, besides, the Palace

Hotel pies--well!--the boss was aot kind of sour and low-spirited

when they'd been having ular allowance of pie for dinner

She can't go there anyway; it's no use; it's after two o'clock, and the

dining-room shuts off at one I wonder what kind of cake she likes best"

"I don't know," said the perplexed Fisbee "If we ask her--"

"If we could sort of get it out of her diploood one"

"Ha!" said the other, brightening up "You try it, Mr Parker I fear I

have not much skill in diplomacy, but if you----"

The compositor's looet here till to-morrow"

"True; it would not"

They fell into a despondent reverie, with their chins in their bosoms

There caht no

cheer; in their ears it sounded weak from the need of food and faint with

piteous reproach

"Father, aren't you co to have luncheon with me?"