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A SOCIAL METZOR. ‘ ~ 915 piece of gum was safe, and finding that it was, he replaced it carefully upon his head. Then he looked at his watch. “Say, Peter, tell me how you met her.” “My good little girl, as I told you before, it’s a tedious story, and mightn’t interest you. Be- sides, it’s late, and I’m very hungry; will you stop now and get dinner ?” “If you’ll promise me the story.” “Dear me, how persistent you are. You're bound to hear it, aren’t you? Well, all right then, you shall, while we are attending to the wants of the inner man. After all, it will make a good story for the table, I fancy. But here we are at Delmonico’s.” The room was unusually crowded, but they managed to get a table at the lower end, which suited them very well. Three or four acquaint- ances stopped to exchange a few words with them and then passed on, while Peter was leisurely examining the bill of fare. Finally he gave his order to the waiter. , “We are in no hurry; you may take your time,” he observed loftily, in French, as the man moved away. “And now, Georgie,” he continued, in his mother tongue, “J’ll tell you the story GComicbooks co