led George Flack to say that he wished the old gentleman was his father.
"Why, you don't mean to say you want to be our brother!" Francie exclaimed, as they went down the Rue de la Paix.
"I should like to be Miss Delia's, if you can make that out," said the young man.
"Well, then, suppose you prove it by calling me a cab," Miss Delia returned. "I presume you and Francie don't think this is the deck."
"Don't she feel rich?" George Flack demanded of Francie. "But we do require a cart for our goods;" and he hailed a little yellow carriage, which presently drew up beside the pavement. The three got into it and, still emitting innocent pleasantries, proceeded on their way, while at the Hotel de l'Univers et de Cheltenham Mr. Dosson wandered down into the court again and took his place in his customary chair.
