Cohen a man. And now about yourself. Why are
you not at work? Old fellows like me once in a while have a
holiday--but young fellows! Come!--What is it brings you here
during business hours? Anything I can help you in?--anything at
home?" and Peter's eyes bored holes in the boy's brain.
Jack glanced at Miss Felicia, who was arranging the roses Morris
had brought her, and then said in a half whisper: "I have had a
row with my uncle, sir. Maybe I had better come some other day,
when--"
"No--out with it! Row with your uncle, eh? Rows with one's uncles
are too commonplace to get mysterious over, and, then, we have no
secrets. Ten chances to one I shall tell Felicia every word you
say after you've gone, so she might as well hear it at first-
hand. Felicia, this young fellow is so thin-skinned he is afraid
you will laugh at him."
"Oh, he knows better. I have just been telling him how charming he
must be to have won Miss MacFarlane's good opinion," rejoined his
sister as she moved her work-basket nearer her elbow.
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