I don't see why not, neither." "Why he shouldn't kiss you ?" "Why he shouldn't want to." Taffy frowned, carried the white hot bar to his anvil, and began to hammer.

He despised girls, as a rule, and their ways.

Decidedly Lizzie annoyed him; and yet as he worked he could not help glancing at her now and then, as she sat and watched him.

By-and-by he saw that her eyes were full of tears.
"What's the matter ?" he asked abruptly.
"I--I can't walk home alone.

I'm afeard!" He tossed his hammer aside, raked out the fire, and reached his coat off its peg.