On the brilliantly lighted avenue he perceived the forlorn woman dodging about like a scout.

Jimmie laughed with an air of relief and went away.
When he arrived home he found his mother clamoring.

Maggie had returned.

She stood shivering beneath the torrent of her mother's wrath.
"Well, I'm damned," said Jimmie in greeting.
His mother, tottering about the room, pointed a quivering forefinger.
"Lookut her, Jimmie, lookut her.

Dere's yer sister, boy.