A REVIEW OF THEREPAIRER

I glanced in on the doorway and saw Hawberk active in his very little shop at the end of the hall. He seemed up, and catching sight of me cried in his deep, hearty voice, "Are available, Mr. Castaigne!" Constance, his daughter, rose to meet me as I crossed the edge, and held out her fairly hand, but I noticed the blush of disappointment on her chee