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XIII.
ALCIBIADES
“Oh, do let me have him in the carriage with me; he won’t hurt any one, he’s a perfect angel.”
“Angels like him travels in the dog-box,” said the porter.
Judy ended an agonised search for her pocket.
“Would you be offended,” she said, “if I offered you half-a-crown?”
“Give the guard a bob, Miss.” The hand curved into a cup resting on the carriage window, answered her question. “It’s more’n enough for him, being a single man, whereas me, I’m risking my situation and nine children at present to say no more, when I”
The turn of a railway key completed the sentence.
Judy and the angel were alone. He was a very nice angel—long-haired and brownly-
