St Nicholas [serial] . et the Senior Partnerknow that she was thinking of something thatbegan with, What if—? And the Senior Partnerwould not let the General Manager know that hewas thinking of something that began with, Whatif— ? But each knew what the other was think-ing of. After a long, long time, as much as twen-ty-sev-en minutes, they heard a scratching andwhining at the door. When the General Manageropened it, Rags darted in, barking and leapingand wagging himself all over. The General Man-ager stepped quickly out. In the shadow, flat-tened against the house, was the little figure witht
St Nicholas [serial] . et the Senior Partnerknow that she was thinking of something thatbegan with, What if—? And the Senior Partnerwould not let the General Manager know that hewas thinking of something that began with, Whatif— ? But each knew what the other was think-ing of. After a long, long time, as much as twen-ty-sev-en minutes, they heard a scratching andwhining at the door. When the General Manageropened it, Rags darted in, barking and leapingand wagging himself all over. The General Man-ager stepped quickly out. In the shadow, flat-tened against the house, was the little figure withthe queer-shaped bundle. The General Managersprang to the Junior Partner and the Junior Part-ner sprang to the General Manager. The bundlewas dropped and such hugging and kissing, witha tear for each, as they came into the the Senior Partner had to be hugged andkissed and to do some hugging and kissing, on his own account—of course this took a lot of in the midst of the laughing and the talking. THE JUNIOR PARTNER SPRANG TO THEGENERAL MANAGER. and the joy, in backs Rags, dragging the pinkpajamas and spilling out the rubber ball, thepaint-box, the harmonica, and the other thingsall over the floor of the front hall.
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