“You will return to-morrow night?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered hesitatingly; “I guess so.”
“Will you promise?”
“Yes; I promise.”
He kept his word, finished the term and mastered the studies in hand. But after that it was the same as before; she could only feel sorry for him, he thought; and when he chanced to meet her on the street his manner was formal, and for her pride’s sake her own could not be otherwise.
And this, perhaps, is why Maggie wept so bitterly.
Chapter IX
“Reform: A t’ing what the wise guys gits busy at—when the other push is holdin’ the jobs.”
Chip Nolan’s Definition.
OLD Mrs. Coogan, who was distantly related to Mary, opened the door for her and Mason. Mrs. Coogan had been there since the old man’s death, as a sort of chaperon and housekeeper, and vastly pleased was she with the arrangement. Larry in his shirt sleeves came out of the sitting room as they entered: