PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
Gordon remembered the name of a small and unpretentious hotel and directed the cabby to drive there. The weary old horse turned slowly about and they creaked off again.
"In the morning I will come for you, dear. You'll want to sleep late, though, won't you?"
She heard the wistfulness in his voice and pressed his hand. "I'll be ready when you come, Gordon, whatever time you say."
"Then—but I won't be unreasonable. Shall we say nine—or ten, Peggy dear?"
"At nine." Then she laughed amusedly. "Do you realize that I haven't a thing with me? Not even a hair-pin?"
"By Jove, what a thoughtless brute I am! We can buy some things, can't we? What time is it?" He looked at his watch, "It's only about ten o'clock!"
"It doesn't matter. I shall get on. I only want to lie down somewhere, Gordon, and think—and think—and think." She nestled her head closer to him. "Just think and be happy, dear," she added in a whisper.
But he wouldn't be satisfied with that, and so the cabman was ordered to find a place where the
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