"I expect him back in a little while," replied Moore, casting a furtive glance in the direction of the door behind which he believed his friend to be concealed. "You can wait for him, Winnie. I have n't seen much of you lately."
"You know the road that leads to Farrell's, Tom," said the girl with a laugh. She was a plump little morsel with a soft voice, and a saucy tip-tilted nose; a pleasant, generous-hearted little soul, decidedly good to look upon.
"I have not forgotten the road," said Moore, meaningly.
"Then, why don't you come to see me?"
"For fear that I would n't be as welcome as Captain Arbuckle," said Moore, trying to look knowing.
Winnie looked surprised.
"Captain Arbuckle?" she said, wonderingly. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Winnie."
"No, I don't, Tom."
"You do, too, you artless creature," said Moore, laughing.