Jack it was neither long nor short, but suspended.
"Time for us to go, John. You are not particular about a chair, are
you?" Warrington asked.
"Not I. I prefer to stand up in the rear of the hall. If I am bored I
can easily escape."
"Oh, the night will not be without some amusement."
"Take good care of John," whispered Mrs. Jack in Warrington's ear; as
the two men were about to depart.
"Trust me!" Warrington smiled.
Patty and John observed this brief intercourse. The eyes of love are
sharp. Patty was not jealous, neither was John; but something had
entered into their lives that gave to all trivial things a ponderous
outline.
"Don't let any reporters talk to John, Mr. Warrington," requested the
mother.
"I'll surround him."
"Shall we walk?" asked John.
"We can see better on foot."
"We'll walk, then."
So the two men went down town on foot, and Jove galloped back and
forth joyously. At any and all times he was happy with his master. The
one bane of his existence was gone, the cat. He was monarch of the
house; he could sleep on sofa-pillows and roll on the rugs, and
nobody stole his bones.
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