"Oh, for all you'll suffer———!" Gaston exclaimed, shining down at her.
"It was for you—only for you, as I told you," the girl went on.
"Yes, don't tell me again—I don't like that explanation! I ought to let you know that my father now declines to do anything for me," the young man added, to Mr. Dosson.
"To do anything for you?"
"To give me any money."
"Well, that makes me feel better," said Mr. Dosson.
"There'll be enough for all—especially if we economise in newspapers," Delia declared, jocosely.
"Well, I don't know, after all the Reverberator came for nothing," her father went on, in the same spirit.
"Don't you be afraid hell ever send it now!" cried the girl.
"I'm very sorry—because they were lovely," Francie said to Gaston, with sad eyes.
"Let us wait to say that till they come back to us," Gaston returned, somewhat sententiously. He really cared little at this moment whether his relatives were lovely or not.
"I'm sure you won't have to wait long!" Delia remarked, with the same cheerfulness.
"'Till they come back'?" Mr. Dosson repeated. "Ah, they can't come back now. We won't take
