te apron
over her gingham one were shaking.

Her visitor had accepted the open door as permission to enter and was
standing in the hall.

He went rather white himself when he saw Tillie coming toward him down
the hall. He knew that for Tillie this visit would mean that he was
free--and he was not free. Sheer terror of his errand filled him.

"Well, here I am, Tillie."

"All dressed up and highly perfumed!" said poor Tillie, with the
question in her eyes. "You're quite a stranger, Mr. Schwitter."

"I was passing through, and I just thought I'd call around and tell
you--My God, Tillie, I'm glad to see you!"

She made no reply, but opened the door into the cool and, shaded little
parlor. He followed her in and closed the door behind him.

"I couldn't help it. I know I promised."

"Then she--?"

"She's still living. Playing with paper dolls--that's the latest."

Tillie sat down suddenly on one of the stiff chairs. Her lips were as
white as her face.

"I thought, when I saw you--"

"I was afraid you'd think that."

Neither spoke for a moment. Tillie's hands twisted nervously in her lap.
Mr. Schwitter's eyes were fixed on the window, which looked back on the
McKee yard.

"That spiraea back there's not looking very good. If you'll save the
cigar butts around here and put them in water, and spray it, you'll kill
the lice."

Tillie found speech at last.

"I don't know why you come around bothering me," she said dully. "I've
been getting along all right; now you come and upset everything."

Mr. Schwitter rose and took a step toward her.

"Well, I'll tell you why I came. Look at me. I ain't getting any
younger, am I? Time's going on, and I'm wanting you all the time.
And what am I getting? What've I got out of life, anyhow? I'm lonely,
Tillie!"

"What's that got to do with me?"

"You're lonely, too, ain't you?"

"Me? I haven't got time to be. And, anyhow, there's always a crowd
here."

"You can be lonely in a crowd, and I guess--is there any one around here
you like better than me?"

"Oh, what's the use!" cried poor Tillie. "We can talk our heads off and
not get anywhere. You've got a wife living, and, unless you intend to do
away with her, I guess that's all there is to it."

"Is that all, Tillie? Haven't you got a right to be happy?"

She was quick of wit, and she read his tone as well as his words.

"You get out of here--and get out quick!"

She had jumped to her feet; but he only looked at