Yes, Miss Wareham was at home. The warm lamp-light which had led him in shone from the room into which he was ushered. Milly was reading by the lamp itself. She rose to greet him. Her yellow satin gown became her well and her voice was sweet to his ears. Her words were cordial. But what Jack noticed to the exclusion of everything else was the very black kitten he had failed to purchase, tucked under her arm, purring vociferously, and very becoming, it seemed to his eyes, to the color of her dress. The instant he saw it he knew what he meant to say to her. And the look in her eyes told him almost as plainly as the pet she fondled what her answer would be.
HERE AND THERE IN MARYLAND
BY EDWARD G. McDOWELL.
Near Pen-Mar, Western Maryland Railroad.
