something awfully interesting to tell you. Do sit down!"
"I will not thin. And you've nothin' to tell me that I haven't got be heart already."
"But this is about Harry, who had supper with us and Mr. Watlin and Tony. It's a most surprising adventure. Just wait and hear." I dragged her to a chair.
She settled back with a smile of relaxation. "Aw well," she remarked, "who would be foriver workin' fer small pay an' little thanks? Out wid your story my lambie." And she drew The Seraph on her ample lap.
So while they clustered about me I told my whole adventure, ending with Harry's plea that I interview Margery on his behalf.
"It's a 'normous responsibility," I sighed.
"Don't you worry," said Mary Ellen, "she'll want him home fast enough, a fine young gintleman like him. Now I'm minded of it, their cook did tell me that the Bishop had a son that was a regular playboy.
"He's not a playboy," I retorted. "He's splendid—and please Mary Ellen, there's something I want you to do for me. You must let me go this minute to see Margery and find out if she wants him back again."
"Oh, she'll have him, no fear." This with a broad smile.
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