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Show Where Intplrlltlon Sit. Mm giilllnsor rntno tiptoeing snltly Into her husband s Htudy. rested n tlx ml lightly mi hi shoulder and peered over at Hie ehcnf of half writ-ton writ-ton sheets on hln desk. "What are you working on now. dearest?" Khf asked gently. "On Mary't mltirns," he answered pleasantly, but without looking lip. Mm. (lulllusor studied a nmini'iit. nit If planning. "Dearest. Willie needs n pnlr of shoos more thiin .Mary doe tho mlltenii. I have already promised them to the poor hoy. Hadn't yon let-ter let-ter work on W illie shoes firm, dear?" "All rlKht, Nellie, all rlghl." he re-piled re-piled kindly, turning hln eyes up Into Nellie s great pnllellt ones. Then he pushed haek "An Ode to the nam ing Leaven" and cheerfully began to write n Sunday special on "A New Substitute for Coal." Puck. |