"Just for ten minutes, you know, when she's out with the dog, or walking with you.
Nobody ever comes up these stairs but tramps and book agents--even the models steer clear.

It would help a lot if you'd bring her.

Wouldn't you like to come, missy?
What did you say her name was?
Oh, yes--Masie--well, my child, that's not what I'd call you; I'd call you--well, I guess I wouldn't call you anything but just a dear, darling little girl! Yes, that's just what I'd call you.

And you are going to let me give them to her, aren't you, Mr.O'Day ?" Felix grasped the old fellow's thin, dry hand in his own strong fingers.
For an instant a strange lump in his throat clogged his speech.

"Of course, I'll take the costumes, and many thanks for your wish to make the child happy," he answered at last.