PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
"Oh, please! Don't let us go through all that again, Mr. Ames! I've showed you how—how impossible it is"
"Yes, I know."
"Well"
"Impossibilities don't interest me, Miss Peggy. I want to see you again; I must see you again. You must tell me where you live."
She shook her head.
"Then I shall go with you now," he said calmly.
She looked at him appealingly, but found no encouragement in the firm set of his mouth. She looked frowningly down Broadway, swinging nervously the small black bag she carried. Finally,
"I can't have you call on me where I board." she said thoughtfully. "You know why. And I don't want you to come with me now." She hesitated. "Won't you please go away and—and let me alone?"
He shook his head. "I can't do that," he answered simply. "It—it's too late, Peggy, too late for both of us."
"Oh, it isn't!" she cried impatiently. "Please
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