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The Tin Soldier by Temple Bailey
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Jean--!

"She--she tells the children?"

"Yes. Charming stories. I am having them put in a little pamphlet to
go with the toys."

"She's Dr. McKenzie's daughter, isn't she? I saw her last night at the
play."

"Yes. Such a dear child. She is usually here in the afternoon."

He had hoped until then that Jean might be hidden in that rear room,
locked up with the dolls in a drawer, tucked away in a box--he had a
blank feeling of the futility of his tea-cup--

Then, suddenly, the gods being in a gay mood, Jean arrived!

At once his errand justified itself. She wore a gray squirrel jacket
and a hat to match--and her crinkled copper-colored hair came out from
under the hat and over her ears. She carried a little muff. Her
eyes--the color of her cheeks! A man might walk to the world's end for
less than this--!

He was buying, he told her, pink pussy cats and yellow owls. Had she
liked the play last night? He was glad that she adored Maude Adams.
He adored--Maude Adams. Did she remember "Peter Pan"? Yes, he had
gone to everything--glorified matinées--glorified everything! Wasn't
it remarkable that his father knew her father? And she was Jean
McKenzie, and he was Derry Drake!
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