The Adventures of Sally

t he could without the assistance of her contemplated remarks: forshe had seen nothing of him all day and in another hour she would haveleft Rovil

paid a last visit to the Casino Municipale. Shedisliked the thought of leaving Ginger without having uplifted him. Likeso many alert and active-minded girls, she

ight path; and it was with much gratification,therefore, that, having entered the Casino, she p

ion which isthe haunt of the earnest gambler who means business; and it was plain toSally directly she arrived that Ginger Kemp not only meant business butwas getting results. Ginger was going extremely s

hscholar, gathered that he was startled and gratified. The entire crowdseemed to be startled and gratified. There is undoubtedly a certainalt

ht, and silence fell again. Sally, who had shiftedto a spot where the pressure of the crowd wa

is hair seemed to bristlewith excitement. One c

ulette, and if she had guffawed in acathedral she could not have caused a more pained consternation. Theearnest worshippers gazed at her with shocked eyes, and Ginger, turningwith a start, saw her and jumped up. As he did so, the ball fell with arattling click into a red compartment of the wheel; and, as it ceased torev

d not appear to be conce

e was universal regret that he had decided tocall it a day. It was to the spectators as though a star had suddenlywalked off the stage in the middle of his big sce

's where I've been. I waslooking for you.""No, really?" Ginger seemed pleased. He led the way to the quietante-room outside the gambling-hall, and they sat down in a corner. Itwas pleasant her

you going?""Back to America. My boat sails from Cherbourg tomorrow.""Oh, my aunt!""I'm sorry," said Sally, touched by his concern. She was a warm-heartedgirl and liked being appreciated. "But...""I say..." Ginger Kemp turned bright scarlet and glared before him atthe uniformed official, who was regarding their têt

llude to the holy state. Yes, I knowwhat you mean.""Then how about it?

d away by theromance of it all that he had begun to hum a love-ballad under hisbreath. The official could not hear what they were

complainingly. "I thoughtyou were going to be here for weeks.""But, my infant, my babe, has it occurred to you that we are practicall

I'm dashed ifI'll answer for the consequences.""And this is the man I was going to lecture on 'Enterprise.'""You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met, dash it!" said Ginger,his gaze still riveted on th

but theremust be something I can do, and you can jolly well bet I'd have agoodish stab at it. I mean to say, with you to buck me up and so forth,don't you know. Well, I mean...""Has it struck you that I may already be engaged

matter of fact I am

his lip and for a

at's torn it!"

hers, listening to their children pleading with engagingabsurdity for something wholly out of their power to bestow, feel thatsame wavering between tears and

now a person well and..." Shepaused. It had just occurred to her that she was hardly the girl tolecture in this strain. Her love for Gerald Foster had been sufficientlysudden, even instantaneous.

had simmered down to a mood

of a chap."It was just the diversion from the theme under discussion which Sallyhad been longing to

o go on with what I was starting to say in the liftlast night when we were interrupted. Do you mind if I talk to you likean aunt--or a sister, suppose we say? R

ce up?""Yes, stiffen your backbone and stick out your chin, and square yourelbows, and really amount to something. Why do you simply flop about anddo nothing and leave everything

l never get anywhere byletting yourself be picked up by the family like... like a floppyNewfoundland puppy and dumped down in any old place that happens to suitthem. A job's a thing you've got to choose for yourself and get foryourself. Think what you can do--there must be something--and then go atit with a snort and grab it and h

us meditative voice,"your nose sort of goes all squigg

n't been listening to a word I

ou won't have time for writing letters.""I'll have time to write them to you. You haven't an address oranything of that sort in America, have you, by any chance? I mean, sothat I'd know where to write to.""I can give you an address which will always find me." She told him thenumber and street of Mrs. Meecher's boarding-house, and he wrote themdown reverently on his shirt-cuff. "Yes, on second thoughts, do write,"she said. "Of course, I shall want to know how you've got on. I... oh,my goodness!

ning easily and well,as becomes a man who, in his da

he platform. Ginger divedfor the nearest door, wrenched it open, gathered Sally neatly in hisarms, and flung her in

ast, was trotting beside th

f and 'Death to the Family!'""Right ho!"The train passed smoothly out of the station. Sally cast one last lookback at her red-ha

hurt you."She found herself facing Ginger's cousin, the d

she was French, and it was startling to be addressed by hernow in fluent English. How had she suddenly acquired this gift oftongues? And how on earth had she had time since yesterday, when he hadbeen a total stranger to her, to become sufficiently intimate withCousin Lancelot to be sprinting with

her, for she had given his rather rigid senseof the proprieties a nasty jar. But as, panting

ig toe was aching confoundedly. Even a girl with afoot as small as Sally's can make her presen

tting down, "I think I'll breathe ali

rmyle, "how do you come to know my Cousin? On thebeach yesterday morning...""Oh, we didn't know each other then. But we were staying at the samehotel, and we spent an hour or so shut up in an elevator togethe

to judge anyone by his appearance. This man wasperfectly pleasant in spite of his grim ex

ng waiters with severity. He shuddered austerelyat a stain on the table-cloth, and then concentrated himself frowninglyon the bill of fare. Sally, meanwhile, was est

e servitor's light-hearted advice--at the Hotel Splendide the waitersnever bent over you and breathed cordial suggestions down the side ofyour fa

ld man!"

familiar!" sai

ould be derived fromany discussion centring about him. She changed the subject. She was notliking Mr. Carmyle quite so much a

ith names, don't you?""Mine...""Oh, I know yours. Ginger--Mr. Kemp told me."Mr. Carmyle, w

e his tone. He seemed to be criticizing her, and sheresented criticism from

tay shut up in an elevator half the night with anybodywithout getting to know him. I foun

xhilaration of battle. Men usually made themselves extremely agreeableto her, and she reacted bel

-he used to playfootball well, and I understand that he is a capable amateurpugilist--but I should not have supposed him entertaining. We find him alittle dull.""I thought it was only royalty that ca

me about Mr. Scrymgeour,

at the yard or so of French breadwhi

ing lack of reticence."The waiter ret

ick. He smiled at Sallyexpectantly, as though confident of applause from this section of hisaudience at least

Kemp had hard l

titude was that Sally might be a pretty girl, but shewas a stranger, and the intimat

me, then?""I do not. A man who would throw away an excellent position simplybecause...""Oh, well, if that's your view, I suppose it is useles

y's quick impatience, nobly restrained

raits ofmen in the eighteenth century, with wooden faces, who look out of heavygold frames at you with fishy eyes as if you were a r

s in themood when she knew that she would be ashamed of hersel

my attention before.""I suppose you never had any sisters," said Sally. "They would havetold you."

e able to put in a good word for Mr. Kemp and save him frombeing massacred, but apparently it's no use. Good-bye, Mr. Carmyle, andthank you for giving m