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"Very well, lady, very well, indeed. I met Mr. Alymer, and he gave me half a crown.",Several hands waved wildly and a chorus of voices eagerly broke in; through the childish babel could be heard a lisping narrative.,"Perhaps then a little later on I shall go," returns Mona, who, like all her countrywomen, detests giving a direct answer, and can never bring herself to say a decided "no" to any one.,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,"No, but I met Scroggie. That feller improves on acquaintance, Tom, he does so! He ain't half bad after you get to know him. He seems to want to be neighborly, and while I think he's backing Hinter in some way I've an idea he's watching him pretty close.",“Billy, you’re a wise guy. This beats Maskey’s,” Harold declared.,At this they both laugh heartily, and Mona returns no more to the lachrymose mood that has possessed her for the last five minutes.,“It’s a hurry-up order for more,” Billy amended.,Just as the boys and girls were settling down in their seats and Jim Scroggie was glancing anxiously doorward Billy strode in. He was resplendent in his Sunday best and wore a wild thorn blossom in his button hole. He glanced quickly about the room and caught the glint and sunlight for which he hungered—a smile from the lips of Lou Scroggie. Then he seized Jack LaRose by the scruff of the neck, jerked him from the seat near the door and motioned Jim Scroggie over. "We'll set here," he whispered. "It's close to the outside in case we have to make a quick get-away.","To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?",“Gee, that’s tough!” commented Bob, happy that Mr. Whitney had enough confidence to tell him all these things. “But about the Mexicans; you don’t suspect anyone around the job is the trouble maker, do you?”,"Murder!" echoed Jaggard, his ruddy face growing pale. "And who, sir--".