Mr. Ingelow chanced to be at the house, and he accompanied her.
Mollie stood looking down at the bustle of Broadway at one window, Mr. Ingelow at the other.
"Rather strong language, Mr. Ingelow," said Mollie, coolly pulling to pieces a rose.
Mr. Ingelow took them down, and tenderly wrapped the long mantle about the slender, girlish figure.
Mr. Ingelow congratulated her on her bright looks as he shook hands.
