As he drove up the Street, he glanced across at the Page house. Sidney was

there on the doorstep, talking to a tall man who stood below and looked up

at her. Wilson settled his tie, in the darkness. Sidney was a mighty

pretty girl. The June night was in his blood. He was sorry he had not

kissed Carlotta good-night. He rather thought, now he looked back, she had

expected it.

As he got out of his car at the curb, a young man who had been standing in

the shadow of the tree-box moved quickly away.

Wilson smiled after him in the darkness.

"That you, Joe?" he called.

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But the boy went on.




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