The Limit

you want to be working sometimes. I'm really afraid of being in the way, but I was rather at

to see you, old cha

We're intimate friends now, and yet you never call me anything but my surname, or 'o

t's

l me plain Mat. It would

led rathe

you plain Mat. It wouldn't be s

n-shaven American style, with shining blond hair. He had very broad shoulders, and a ver

dressed in every particular exactly like Harry. But no o

. I'm not a Gibson man, a

all and white, the finger-tips brilli

our cousin, Harry. I expect she's the ideal

rk, and ve

always more fascination than a blonde. It seems-I may b

id Harry. "Now the sister-th

professional beauty, isn't she?"

uch thing. I can't think how in America you get hold of these prehistoric phrases! The expressio

ive about a blonde, too. To me golden hair and blue eyes sug

air down-I mean she was, as a little girl," said Harry quickly. "

rry? Why, she must be more b

about her, if I we

not,

d," said Harry, looking at the ce

uren with unexpected quicknes

an?" asked Harr

think it shows great want of delicacy on my part. It was only meant fo

ll right,

course, I'm well aware that you're far too much a man of high principle to come any way between a woman and her h

as sisters,"

indow and stood looking

tand, which has just happened. A lady called a taxicab. Just as it came up a man-at least I suppose he calls himself a man-ope

ould walk quick

ot gallant enough to the ladies. Nor is there, in my opinion, quite enough respect shown

too much respect shown to them already," said Harry.

eerily, and clapped

haff! Now, will you come aro

? Thanks,

his eyes sparkling with joy, "and we'll wal

ha

're real pals til

ered osten

th laughing with

to throw away his buttonhole.