the Grand Central Station--that
was a certainty. With it would go silk dresses and furs with dozens of
little tails to trim them; jewels of the sort Aladdin had sent the
Sultan for the Princess Buddir al Buddoor; books in as great a number
as Cis cared to buy, all from that store in Fifth Avenue; automobiles
like those owned by the Fifty-fifth Street rich man; dishes of massy
gold.

"And I betcher I'll ride in one of her cars," he thought; "and I'll read
her books!" And at once the future looked rosy and promising.

She began to whisper again, her chin on a knee: "He's got a place for me
all picked out! I won't have to go to the factory any more! I'll have
pretty clothes, and good things to eat every meal, and see plays and
moving-pictures every week, and just have nothing to do but keep house,
and sew, and----"

The startled expression on Johnnie's face stopped her. "Keep house?" he
repeated, disgusted. "_Sew?_" These were not matters which should
trouble the bride of a millionaire! "What're y' goin' t' do things like
_that_ for?"

She blinked at him, rebuffed and puzzled. "Why not? I like to sew."

"Aw,"--the palace of his vision was down now, had vanished like
Aladdin's own--"what's your new name goin' t' be?" He felt unaccountably
cross.

"Johnnie! What's the matter with you? And you mean you don't know? you
can't guess? You haven't _noticed_? And you right here all the time?"

Surprise stiffened Johnnie's countenance. "Oh!" he cried, amazed and
glad. "Oh, Cis, I know now! You're goin' t' marry One-Eye!"

Girls, as he knew, were very strange; and surely this one was not the
least so. It was a conclusion that came to him now, and forcibly. For at
his solemn, heart-felt, happy question, what this girl did was to fall
back against her pillow, shouting with laughter, waving both arms, even
kicking out her feet in the craziest manner. And "One-Eye!" she
repeated; "One-Eye!" Then was swept into another paroxysm of mirth.

Presently, "Well, go on! Tell me!" Johnnie said with proper masculine
severity.

"Oh, Johnnie, you _are_ so funny!" she declared breathlessly. "One-Eye!
That _old man_! Oh, never, never, never, _never_!" The last never was
only a squeak.

"When y' git done laughin'--" he prompted; and waited, lips set, and
lids lowered with displeasure.

"Somebody a _thousand_ times nicer than One-Eye!" she went on. "A
_million_ times nicer! And, oh, Johnnie, how I _love_ him!"

Johnnie's heart sank, he