"Mine?
Do you mean Mollie ?" "Yes," Dick went on, rapidly.

"The child wanted to come here herself to get you, and I came in her stead.

It was better that I should come than that little tot.

Don't you think so ?" "I'm afraid I don't understand you," returned Tom Drake, beginning to look offended.
"Mr.Drake, do you know that your wife and child are all dressed up---in their prettiest white gowns, waiting for you to come back to bring them into town to-night for the promised treat?
Don't you understand the pain that you're giving them by showing that you prefer a lot of red-nosed loafers in Miller's to your own wife and child?
The unhappiness that you're causing them to-night isn't a circumstance to all the misery that you're piling up for them in the years to come.

Switch off! Switch off, while you're yet man enough to be able to do it! Won't you do it---please?
You must know just how happy that little kid will be when she sees you come swinging down the street to bring her and her mother into town.