MISS THOMASINA TUCKER
“Engaged” placard reared itself persuasively and suggestively.
“We shall need nothing more, waiter; you may go; I think this will cover the bill,”—and scorning the chair opposite Tommy, Appleton seated himself beside her.
“You have turned your back to the afterglow,” she said, as she reached forward to move “Engaged” to a position a trifle less obvious.
“I don’t care tuppence about the afterglow,” and Appleton covered her hand with his own. “Make it come true, dear, dear Tommy! Make it come true!”
“What?” she asked, between a smile and a tear.
“The placard, dear, the placard! If you should travel the world over, you could n’t find a man who loves you as I do.”
“What would be the use in my traveling about to find another man when I am so satisfied with this one?” whispered Tommy. “Oh, remember! they may come back at any moment!”
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