"Yes."
"Then I must do as I've been told;" and he opened his tray and placed the turkey, the ham, and the coffee on the table.
"If he's right, I'm right too," said he of the toy-shop. "Them was my directions;" and they were both about to depart when the woman sprang forward and gasped: "Stay!"
She clasped her hands and trembled violently.
"Who sent these things?" she faltered.
"Our bosses, mum," replied the boy from the restaurant, hesitatingly.
She sprang toward him, seized his arm, and looked imploringly into his face. "Who ordered them sent?" she asked in a low, passionate voice.
The young fellow began to smile, and stammered awkwardly, "I don't think I'm to tell."
She released his arm and glanced around with a look of intense expectation.
"Oh, oh!" she gasped with quick short sobs, "can it be—" Then she sprang to the door, opened it, and looked out into the black, stormy night. What seemed a shadow rushed toward her; she felt herself falling, but strong arms caught and bore her, half fainting, to a lounge within the room.