"Go ahead, Gus," said Eunice; "we'll be all right here, but don't
go far. I'll be nervous if you do."

"No, ma'am; I won't go a dozen steps."

"Extry! Extry! All about the Great Magic! Hanlon the Wonderful
and his Big Stunt! Extry!"

"Oh, get a paper, Eunice, do," urged Aunt Abby from the depths of
her fur coat. "Ask that boy for one! I must have it to read
after I get home--I can't look at it now, but get it! Here, you
--Boy--say, Boy!"

The newsboy came running to them and flung a paper into Eunice's
lap.

"There y'are, lady," he said, grinning; "there's yer paper!
Gimme a nickel, can't yer? I ain't got time hangin' on me
hands!"

His big black eyes stared at Eunice, as she made no move toward a
purse, and he growled: "Hurry up lady; I gotta sell some papers
yet. Think nobuddy wants one but you?"

Eunice flushed with annoyance.

"Please pay him, Aunt Abby," she said, in a low voice; "I
--haven't any money."