“Tha doesna mean ter bust ‘im,” said Bill.

Everybody laughed aloud. The girl did not understand, so she laughed also. Maurice ate his portion very sheepishly.

The father pitied his son’s shyness.

“Come here and sit by me,” he said. “Eh, Fr�ulein! Is that what they call you?”

“I sit by you, Father,” she said innocently.

Henry threw his head back and laughed long and noiselessly.

She settled near to the big, handsome man.

“My name,” she said, “is Paula Jablonowsky.”

“Is what?” said the