"Then you don't care——"
"Why, dad! You old sobersides. To think—why I was only fooling with him. It was fun to see how serious——"
"In that case——" began Webster. And then he went out and sat on the front stoop.
Far into the night he sat, and always he stared in the direction of San Marcial.
VII
BETWEEN FRIENDS
A Story of the Italian Quarter
By ADRIANA SPADONI
Vincenza looked from the three crisp dollar bills to her husband, and back again, wonderingly and with fear in her eyes.