however, that lady was quite unaware of the irony of presenting Chub with a mustache-cup, and Chub restrained a smile and thanked her quite gravely and earnestly. When they reached the corner with their gifts and purchases, they turned and looked back. The little woman was in the doorway, smiling and waving her feather duster. They waved back to her and went on. Harry was silent until they were taking the hill. Then:
“I don’t care,” she said, half aggressive and half apologetic. “I think it was perfectly sweet of her, Chub!”
“Of course it was,” answered Chub, emphatically.
“And—and it shows,” continued Harry, earnestly, “that the world is just full of nice people, and you can’t always tell who they are at—at first.”
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings,’ ”
murmured Chub, adding, with a glance at Harry’s ardent face, “Anyhow, ’most any one could be nice to you without half trying.”
Why?” asked Harry, opening her blue eyes
