er.

"After all," she said softly, "if he loves her very much, and there was
no other way--Do you remember that night she arrived--how he looked at
her?"

"Yes," Tish snapped. "And I remember the way he looked at us every time
he wanted money. We've been a lot of sheep and we've been sheared good
and proper! But we needn't bleat with joy about it!"

As we drew up at my door, Tish pulled out her watch.

"It's seven o'clock," she said brusquely. "I am going to New York on the
nine-forty train and I shall take the first steamer outward bound--I
need a rest! I'll go anywhere but to the Holy Land!"

We went to Panama.

* * * * *

Two months afterward, in the dusk of a late spring evening, Charlie
Sands met us at the station and took us to Tish's in a taxicab. We were
homesick, tired, and dirty; and Aggie, who had been frightfully seasick,
was clamoring for tea.

As the taxicab drew up at the curb, Tish clutched my arm and Aggie
uttered a muffled cry and promptly sneezed. Seated on the doorstep,
celluloid collar shining, the brown pasteboard suitcase at his feet, was
Tufik. He sat calmly smoking a cigarette, his eyes upturned in placid
and Oriental contemplation of the heavens.

"Drive on!" said Tish desperately. "If he sees us we are lost!"

"Drive where?" demanded Charlie.

Tufik's gaze had dropped gradually--another moment and his brown eyes
would rest on us. But just then a diversion occurred. A window overhead
opened with a slam and a stream of hot water descended. It had been
carefully aimed--as if with long practice. Tufik was apparently not
surprised. He side-stepped it with a boredom as of many repetitions,
and, picking up his suitcase, stood at a safe distance looking up.
First, in his gentle voice he addressed the window in Arabic; then from
a safer distance in English.

"You ugly old she-wolf!" he said softly. "When my three old women come
back I eat you, skin and bones,--and they shall say nothing! They love
me--Tufik! I am their child. Aye! And my child--which comes--will be
their grandchild!"

He kissed his fingers to the upper window which closed with a slam.
Tufik stooped, picked up his suitcase, and saw the taxi for the first
time. Even in the twilight we saw his face change, his brown eyes
brighten, his teeth show in his boyish smile. The taxicab driver had
stalled his engine and was cranking it.

"Sh!" I said desperately, and we all cowered back into the sha