replied. He kept on walking. Jane accompanied him to the door.
A little bark sounded at their feet. King Tut had run out into the hall with Speedy and was now asking permission to accompany him. Harold leaned over and picked up the gray, wiry bundle and patted it.
"I'd like to take him home with me," said Harold wistfully. "But my landlady would raise the dickens. She hates animals, except cats. She's got a whole flock of those—five more kittens this morning. She'd never allow me to keep King Tut there."
Jane smiled.
"Of course I'll keep him for you here," she offered. "I like him, and he'll be company when I'm alone. I'll bring a box up from the cellar, line it nice and comfortably and keep it in the kitchen."
"Would you, Jane?" flashed the delighted Speedy. "That's swell."
He handed King Tut over to her. As this transfer brought them very close together, he wanted very much to kiss her.
"I wish you luck," she told him shyly as he was leaving. "And—and I enjoyed the ride home in the moving van very much. It was the best part of the day."
"Did you, Jane?" he asked quickly, mollified at once and finding her very lovely in the half light of the door. Perhaps—if I get my job and make good—it will come true some day?"
"Perhaps," she agreed softly.
