Soup on a night like this!" Alice laughed. "What
could have been in the cook's mind not to give us
something iced and jellied instead? Of course it's
because she's equatorial, herself, originally, and only
feels at home when Mr. Satan moves it north." She
looked round at Gertrude, who stood behind her.
"Do take this dreadful soup away!"

Thus directly addressed, Gertrude yielded her
attention, though unwillingly, and as if she decided
only by a hair's weight not to revolt, instead. How-
ever, she finally set herself in slow motion; but over-
looked the supposed head of the table, seeming to be
unaware of the sweltering little man who sat there.
As she disappeared toward the kitchen with but three
of the cups upon her tray he turned to look plain-
tively after her, and ventured an attempt to recall her.

" Here! " he said, in a low voice. " Here, you!"

" What is it, Virgil? " his wife asked.

"What's her name?"

Mrs. Adams gave him a glance of sudden panic,
and, seeing that the guest of the evening was not
looking at her, but down at the white cloth before
him, she frowned hard, and shook her head.

Unfortunately Alice was not observing her mother,
and asked, innocently: "What's whose name, papa?"

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