"Won't this thing do? I'll tie it to either of you," George Flack said,
holding out his bundle. "I suppose they won't kill you if they love
you," he went on to the object of his preference.

"Well, you've got to know me first," she answered, laughing and looking
for a chance, while they waited to pass over.

"I didn't know you when I was struck." He applied his disengaged hand to
her elbow and propelled her across the street. She took no notice of his
observation, and Delia asked her, on the other side, whether their
father had given her that money. She replied that he had given her
loads--she felt as if he had made his will; which 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 prattled
as they went down the Rue de la Paix.

"I should like to be Miss Delia's, if you can make that out," he
laughed.

"Well then suppose you prove it by calling me a cab," Miss Delia
returned. "I presume you and Francie don't take this for a promenade-
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.