I drew two chairs close to the grate. I
sat down in one and she in the other. With a contented sigh she rested
her blue-slippered feet on the brass fender.
[Illustration: With a contented sigh she rested her blue-slippered feet
on the brass fender.]
"My one regret is that I haven't any shoes. What an adventure!"
"It's fine!" Two hours in the society of this enchanting creature! It
was almost too good to be true. Ah, if it might always be like
this--to return home from the day's work, to be greeted warmly by a
woman as beautiful as this one! I sighed loudly.
Moriarty came with the chicken and ham and coffee.
"If ye would like, it won't be a bit of trouble to show ye George
Washington's room; or"--with inimitable Irish drollery--"I can tell ye
that he dined in this very room."
"That will serve," smiled the girl; and Moriarty bowed himself out.
His departure was followed by the clatter of silver upon porcelain. Of
a truth, both of us were hungry.
"I was simply ravenous," the girl confessed.
"And as for me, I never dreamt I could be so unromantic. Now," said I,
pushing aside my plate, and dropping sugar into my coffee, and vainly
hunting in my pockets for a cigar, "there remains only one mystery to
be cleared up.
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