Three Stories
By V., O., C.S.
I—Honi soit qui mal y pense
By C. S.
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But I'm not very tall, am I?" said the little book-keeper, coming close to the counter so as to prevent me from seeing that she was standing on tiptoe.
“A p'tite woman,” said I, “goes straight to my heart.”
The book-keeper blushed and looked down, and began fingering a bunch of keys with one hand.
“How is the cold?” I asked. “You don't seem to cough so much to-day.”
“It always gets bad again at night,” she answered, still looking down and playing with her keys.