warm from the kitchen.

The peddler threw a look at George, who nodded in answer. "He
said he'd like to see the things they gave you after Mrs. Kniepp's
death," the young man remarked

"Do you buy things like that?" Nanette turned to the peddler.

"I'd just like to look at them first, if you'll let me."

"I'd be glad to get rid of them. But I won't go upstairs, I'm
afraid there."

"Well, I'll get the things for you if you want me to," offered
George and turned to leave the room. The door had scarcely closed
behind him when a change came over the peddler. His old head rose
from its drooping position, his bowed figure started up with
youthful elasticity.

"Are you really fond of him?" he asked of the astonished Nanette,
who stepped back a pace, stammering in answer: "Yes. Why do you
ask? and who are you?"

"Never mind that, my dear child, but just answer the questions I
have to ask, and answer truthfully, or it might occur to me to let
your George know that he is not the first man you have loved."

"What do you know?" she breathed in alarm.

The peddler laughed. "Oho, then he's jealous! All the better for