“Fine! I found it in the window. There are some more there. It’s awfully exciting.”
“I dare say,” replied Chub, “but I don’t believe I ought to let you read such things, Harry. That’s just trash.”
“You haven’t read it,” answered Harry rebelliously.
“I don’t need to; the title’s enough. You know your mother wouldn’t want you to read such things.”
“Well,” sighed Harry. “But please mayn’t I just finish this chapter, Chub? It’s all about a beautiful girl named Jessica and—”
“Thought her name was Little Goldie,” sniffed Chub.
“Oh, that’s just a nickname that the hero gave her on account of her wonderful golden tresses. And there’s another girl in it named Alice; she’s the villain—no, villainess—and a perfectly fascinating man with beautiful gray eyes and—”
“What’s his name? Tom?”
“Of course not!” exclaimed Harry contemptuously. “His name is Reginald Forrest. At least, that’s what he calls himself, but of course he’s an earl or a lord or something in disguise.”
