the scarlet scarf and finally tying it like a four-in-hand.
"But you're clean, Bob, and hungry, I hope. Now I want a
great big hug to pay me for dressing you."

He held out his arms, and his new charge sprang into them,
pressing arms like sticks around the strong neck of the man
who seemed to him already the best friend he had in the world
- as he was.

At eleven o'clock, a round of calls made, the Green Imp carne
for Bob and Mrs. Lessing. They met him, hand in hand, the
little figure in its voluminous misfit clothes looking quaint,
enough beside the perfect outlines of his companion's attire.
But both faces were very happy.

"How many dollars do you suppose Ellen has, stowed away in
that handsome purse of hers, ready to spend on the child?"
Martha Macauley queried of Winifred Chester as they watched
the Green Imp out of sight from the Macauley porch.

Mrs. Chester shook her head. "I've no idea. She'll want to
get him everything a child could have. But Red won't let
her."

"He won't know. He'll drop them at a store and go off to the
hospital. The things will come home by special delivery, and
the next thing he sees will be Bob in silk socks and white
linen."

"I don't believe it. He'll go shopping with them. He's wild