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PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN



She had not seen him, it seemed, for she was standing, back toward him, one of a group of six or eight persons caught unprotected in the shower and marooned under the tiny awning. She was in black and looked smaller than he remembered her. His heart was pounding like a runner's as he took off his cap and put out his hand to her.

"Peggy-in-the-Rain!" he said softly.

She looked up with startled eyes. There was no instant of unrecognition; she knew him at once. Afterwards he strove to recall her expression, but failed. The memory of the meeting was very blurry. At the moment he was conscious of scarcely more than his own feelings, strangely happy and triumphant. She gave him her hand and smiled up at him, while a little warmth of color crept into the pale cheeks.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," he said joyfully, "but I should have known that when I found you it would be like this—in a shower! What do you do with yourself when the sun shines, Peggy-in-the-Rain?"

She drew her hand from his—he was honestly surprised to find he was still holding it!—and shook her head. "That's my secret," she an-

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