Mr. Le Moyne thought it might be very interesting. "Although, if there's

nest-building going on, isn't it--er--possible that Reginald is a lady

ground-squirrel?"

Sidney was rather distressed, and, seeing this, he hastened to add that,

for all he knew, all ground-squirrels built nests, regardless of sex. As a

matter of fact, it developed that he knew nothing whatever of

ground-squirrels. Sidney was relieved. She chatted gayly of the tiny

creature--of his rescue in the woods from a crowd of little boys, of his

restoration to health and spirits, and of her expectation, when he was

quite strong, of taking him to the woods and freeing him.

Le Moyne, listening attentively, began to be interested. His quick mind

had grasped the fact that it was the girl's bedroom he had taken. Other

things he had gathered that afternoon from the humming sewing-machine, from

Sidney's businesslike way of renting the little room, from the glimpse of a

woman in a sunny window, bent over a needle. Genteel poverty was what it

meant, and more--the constant drain of disheartened, middle-aged women on

the youth and courage of the girl beside him.

K. Le Moyne, who was living his own tragedy those days, what with poverty

and other things, sat on the doorstep while Sidney talked, and swore a

quiet oath to be no further weight on the girl's buoyant spirit. And,

since determining on a virtue is halfway to gaining it, his voice lost its

perfunctory note. He had no intention of letting the Street encroach on

him. He had built up a wall between himself and the rest of the world, and

he would not scale it. But he held no grudge against it. Let others get

what they could out of living.

Sidney, suddenly practical, broke in on his thoughts:-"Where are you going to get your meals?"

"I hadn't thought about it. I can stop in somewhere on my way downtown. I

work in the gas office--I don't believe I told you. It's rather

haphazard--not the gas office, but the eating. However, it's convenient."

"It's very bad for you," said Sidney, with decision. "It leads to slovenly

habits, such as going without when you're in a hurry, and that sort of

thing. The only thing is to have some one expecting you at a certain

time."

"It sounds like marriage." He was lazily amused.

"It sounds like Mrs. McKee's boarding-house at the corner. Twenty-one meals

for five dollars, and a ticket to punch. Tillie, the dining-room girl,

punches for every meal you get. If you miss any meals, your ticket is good

until it is punched. But Mrs. McKee doesn't like it if you miss."




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