"Will you not invite it to return?" he suggested drily.
He excused himself after a few games, and the girl at last was glad to have him go. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts.
Mrs. Pettigrew, sitting unaccountably late at her front window, watched the light burn steadily in the small office at the opposite corner. Presently she saw a familiar figure slip in there, and, after a considerable stay, come out quietly, cross the street, and let himself in at their door.
"Huh!" said Mrs. Pettigrew.
CHAPTER VII.
SIDE LIGHTS.
High shines the golden shield in front,
To those who are not blind;
And clear and bright
In all men's sight,
The silver shield behind.
In breadth and sheen each face is seen;
How tall it is, how wide;
But its thinness shows
To only those
Who stand on either side.