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Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley

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"Sure thing!" said the atom of a boy, promptly mounting a soap box.

He threw back a mop of thick black hair, rolled his eyes ceilingward,

and let his sweet, clear voice have full sway.

"Oh, Bud, you darling! Why didn't you tell me he could sing like that,

Amarilly?" cried Colette at the close of the song.

"We must have him in St. Mark's choir," declared Mr. Meredith. "You may

bring him to the rectory to-morrow, Amarilly, and I will have the

choirmaster try his voice. Besides receiving instruction and practice

every week, he will be paid for his singing."

Money for Bud's voice! So much prosperity was scarcely believable.

"Fust the Guild school, Miss King's washing, the surpluses, and now

Bud!" thought Amarilly exuberantly. "Next thing I know, I'll be on the

stage."

"I must go," said Colette presently. "My car is just around the corner

on the next street. John, will you ride uptown with me?"

He accepted the invitation with alacrity. Colette's sidelong glance

noted a certain masterful look about his chin, and there was a warning,

metallic ring in his voice that denoted a determination to overcome all

obstacles and triumph by sheer force of will. She was not ready to

listen to him yet, and, a ready evader of issues, chatted incessantly on

the way to the car. He waited in grim patience, biding his time. As they

neared the turn in the alley, she played her reserve card.

"Henry didn't think it prudent to bring the big car into the Jenkins's

_cul-de-sac,_ so he waited in the next street. I expect father will be

there by this time. We dropped him at a factory near by, where he was to

speak to some United Workmen."

Colette smiled at the drooping of John's features as he beheld her

father ensconced in the tonneau.

"Oh, John! I am glad you were here to protect my little girl through

these byways. I was just on the point of looking her up myself."

When the car stopped at the rectory and Colette bade John good-night,

the resolute, forward thrust was still prominent in his chin.

He went straight to his study and wrote an ardent avowal of his love.

Then he sealed the letter and dispatched it by special messenger. There

would be no more suspense, he thought, for she would have to respond by

a direct affirmation or negation.

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