What's the matter ?" "Got a sort of chill," replied the girl, who from nervous reaction was beginning to shiver.
"Oh, want something to warm you up." Norah brought out a bottle of spirits.

Pinky poured a glass nearly half full, added some water, and then drank off the fiery mixture.
"None of your common stuff," said Norah, with a smile, as Pinky smacked her lips.

The girl drew her handkerchief from her pocket, and as she did so a piece of paper dropped on the floor.
"Oh, there it is!" she exclaimed, light flashing into her face.

"Going to make a splendid hit.

Just look at them rows." Norah threw an indifferent glance on the paper.
"They're lucky, every one of them," said Pinky.