Here's the thought--and here's the deed. You're a brave and a
splendid fellow."
"Here's to your commencement!" laughed Jennie. "Look out, don't
forget to send for me to the christening."
"You won't see it, no matter how long you wait for it!" laughed
Lichonin, waving his cap about.
They rode off. The reporter looked at Jennie, and with
astonishment saw tears in her softened eyes.
"God grant it, God grant it," she was whispering.
"What has been the matter with you to-day, Jennie?" he asked
kindly. "What? Are you oppressed? Can't I do anything?"
She turned her back to him and leaned over the bent balustrade of
the stoop.
"How shall I write to you, if need be?" she asked in a stifled
voice.
"Why, it's simple. Editorial rooms of Echoes. So-and-so. They'll
pass it on to me pretty fast."
"I ... I ... I ..." Jennie just began, but suddenly burst into
loud, passionate sobs and covered her face with her hands, "I'll
write you ..."
And without taking her hands away from her face, her shoulders
quivering, she ran up the stoop and disappeared in the house,
loudly banging the door after her.
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