marriage of his daughter Miss Rachel Sturtburger to Mr. Eichenstein.
The bride was attired in white peau de cygne trimmed with duchess
lace.'"

Little Ann took him up. "I don't know what peau de cygne is, and I
daresay the bride doesn't. I've never been to anything but a village
school, but I could make up paragraphs like that myself."

"That's the up-town kind," said Tembarom. "The down-town ones wear
their mothers' point-lace wedding-veils some-times, but they're not
much different. Say, I believe I could do it if I had luck."

"So do I," returned Little Ann.

Tembarom looked down at the carpet, thinking the thing over. Ann went
on sewing.

"That's the way with you," he said presently: "you put things into a
fellow's head. You've given me a regular boost, Little Ann."

It is not unlikely that but for the sensible conviction in her voice
he would have felt less bold when, two weeks later, Biker, having
gone upon a "bust " too prolonged, was dismissed with-out benefit of
clergy, and Galton desperately turned to Tembarom with anxious
question in his eye.

"Do you think you could take this job?" he said.

Tembarom's heart, as he believed at the time, jumped into his throat.