Page 57 - The Little sister of Wilifred

toward the ceiling, began to play an
imaginary tune on an imaginary piano.

Then in a very deep voice she sang :

“ Are we almost Lhere ? are we almost there ?
Said the dying girl to her mother fair.1'

L< It s lovely, but I Ve forgotten the
rest. It always makes me want to

cry,”
“ So it docs me, — just howl,” said

Bolander. " Yes> I \fe .seen her do it.

Perhaps you could do something in the
burlesque business. I did n’t know be­

fore you had a talent for that sort of

thing, but on the whole I don’t believe
that would suit you. You are going to

be one of those dovey kind of women
that don’t feel at home in a crowd.

The soft-eyed kind, with hair brought
down like that," he said, laughing, as he

tried to flatten Peggy’s curls down on

either side of her pretty forehead, “ and