can't work that game on these Frenchmen!" the young man exclaimed.
"Oh, with Francie they will take anything back," Delia Dosson declared. "They just love her, all over."
"Well, they're like me then," said Mr. Flack, with friendly hilarity. "I'll take her back, if she'll come."
"Well, I don't think I am ready quite yet," the girl replied. "But I hope very much we shall cross with you again."
"Talk about crossing—it's on these boulevards we want a life-preserver!" Delia remarked. They had passed out of the hotel and the wide vista of the Rue de la Paix stretched up and down. There were many vehicles.
"Won't this thing do? I'll tie it to either of you," George Flack said, holding out his bundle. "I suppose they won't kill you if they love you," he went on, to the younger girl.
"Well, you've got to know me first," she answered, laughing and looking for a chance, while they waited to pass over.
"I didn't know you when I was struck." He applied his disengaged hand to her elbow and propelled her across the street. She took no notice of his observation, and Delia asked her, on the other side, whether their father had given her that money. She replied that he had given her loads—she felt as if he had made his will; which
