"
Jack waited under the shelter of the overhanging roof until the
young architect stepped from the car and crossed the track. Garry
walked with the sluggish movement of a tired man--hardly able to
drag his feet after him.
"I thought I'd come down to meet you, Garry," Jack cried in his
old buoyant tone. "It's pretty rough on you, old fellow, working
so hard."
Garry raised his head and peered into the speaker's face.
"Why, Jack!" he exclaimed in a surprised tone; the voice did not
sound like Garry's. "I didn't see you in the train. Have you been
in New York too?" He evidently understood nothing of Jack's
explanation.
"No, I came down to meet you. Corinne was at Mr. MacFarlane's to-
day, and said you were not well,--and so I thought I'd walk home
with you."
"Oh, thank you, old man, but I'm all right. Corinne's nervous;--
you mustn't mind her. I've been up against it for two or three
weeks now,--lot of work of all kinds, and that's kept me a good
deal from home. I don't wonder Cory's worried, but I can't help
it--not yet.
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