WHEN PIPPA PASSED
"I can't!" he fairly sobbed.
Anne spoke softly from a dim corner:
"Does she know about the book?"
"She doesn't care anything about it. She says I better be getting a job somewhere. I—I would, if she'd marry me. I'd go to the drug-store!"
"Oh, no!" she breathed.
"If only she'd be engaged again," he muttered, half to himself, "Pd finish the book, and then, perhaps" He began to rock again. "But she won't, she won't!" he wailed.
"If you will tell me where she lives," said Anne quietly, and as if the conversation were to the last degree conventional, "I will go to see her and talk the matter over. Perhaps she doesn't understand"
"My dear Anne! Are you mad?"
As Delafield spoke, West interrupted:
"I'd rather Mr, Delafield would go," he said quickly, "if—if he would. Maybe she'd listen to you."
"I will do nothing of the sort," Delafield returned angrily. "As if anything I could say
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