where you have been—Miss Grimes. I looked over the edge and I jumped. I'd stay where you are, if I were you."
"Maybe I shall, maybe I shan't," she replied doggedly. "Stella wants to bring a boy around to see me. 'You bring him,' I said. 'I'll talk to him.' Then she got a little confused. Stella's kind, in her way. She came back after Mr. Martin had gone down the passage. 'See here, kid,' she said, 'you know as well as I do I can't bring any one round to see you while you are sitting around in those rags. Let me lend you—' Well, I stopped her short at that. 'My own plumes or none at all,' I told her, 'and I'd just as soon he didn't come, anyway.'"
"You're a queer girl," Philip exclaimed. "Where's your father to-day?"
"Usual place," she answered,—"in bed. He never gets up till five."
"Let me order lunch up here for both of us, from the restaurant," he suggested.
She shook her head.
"No, thanks!"
"Why not?" he persisted.
"I'm going round to the office to see if I can get any extra work."
"But you've got to lunch some time," he persisted.
She laughed a little hardly.
"Have I? We girls haven't got to eat like you men. I'll call up towards the evening and see if you've anything ready for me."
She was gone before he could stop her. He turned back to his desk and seated himself. The
