"Sure you don't mind my going?", he asked, studying her face. "I'll be
back Saturday night."
"All right. Good-by, I won't be up in the morning when you start. Have
a good time, Daddy dear, and--and don't worry about me."
He lit her candle for her and carried it to the steps where he kissed
her again.
"My little girl," he whispered.
The house grew still. Out on the landing the tall clock ticked off the
hours to midnight; the fire died to an ember; from the porch without
came the drip, drip, drip of the gutter. Still the Colonel sat in his
split-bottom chair, his little eyes like watch fires in the gloom,
listening for the faintest sound of restlessness from the room above.
CHAPTER VI
The sudden light of publicity that had fallen upon the Cant-Pass-It
saloon sent a glow over that entire region of Billy-goat Hill.
Everybody had something to talk about, and everybody talked, except
Chick.
Phineas Flathers appointed himself headquarters for information, and
devoted himself exclusively to arguing about the matter. Myrtella, his
twin sister, who for fifteen years had presided over innumerable
cooking ranges throughout the city, almost lost her new place through
her interest in the affair.
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