(he had a heavy cold, and had not slept) and encountered the man and woman just coming out of 620.

“And guess who it was!” he exclaimed to Cora that evening. “It was a girl who used to work at Nagel’s, in the binoculars, years ago, when I started there. Calhoun, her name was. Laura Calhoun. Smart little girl, she was. She’s married now. And guess what! She gets a big salary fitting glasses for women at the Bazaar. She learned to be an optician. Smart girl.”

Cora bridled, virtuously. “Well, I think she’d better stay home and take care of that child of hers. I should think she’d let her husband earn the living. That child is all soul alone when she comes home from school. I hear her practising. I asked Mrs. Hoyt about her. She say’s