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　　"Steve, what made you do it,adidas jeremy scott?""Oh, I reckoned you could do with having the kid to yourself for aspell," said Steve awkwardly.
　　"You're all right, Steve. But how did you manage it? I shouldn't havethought it possible,jeremy scott adidas wings.""Oh, it wasn't so hard, that part. I just hid in the house, and--butsay, let's forget it; it makes me feel kind of mean, somehow. It seemsto me I may have lost Mamie her job. It's mighty hard to do the rightthing by every one in this world, ain't it? Come along in and see thekid. He's great. Are you feeling ready for supper? Him and me was justgoing to start."It occurred to Kirk for the first time that he was hungry.
　　"Have you got anything to eat, Steve?"Steve brightened again.
　　"Have we?" he said. "We've got everything there is in Connecticut! Why,say, we're celebrating. This is our big day. Know what's happened?
　　Why--"He stopped short, as if somebody had choked him. They had gone into thesitting-room while he was speaking. The table was laid for supper. Achafing-dish stood at one end, and the remainder of the available spacewas filled with a collection of foods, from cold chicken to candy,which did credit to Steve's imagination.
　　But it was not the sight of these that checked his flow of speech. Itwas the look on Mamie's face as he caught sight of it in the lamplight.
　　The White Hope was sitting at the table in the attitude of one who hasheard the gong and is anxious to begin; while Mamie, bending over him,raised her head as the two men entered and fixed Steve with a balefulstare.
　　"What have you been doing to the poor mite?" she demanded fiercely, "toget his face scratched this way?"There was no doubt about the scratch. It was a long, angry red linerunning from temple to chin. The White Hope, becoming conscious of thefact that the attention of the public was upon him, and diagnosing thecause, volunteered an explanation.
　　"Bad boy," he said, and looked meaningly again at the candy.
　　"What does he mean by 'bad boy'?""Just what he says, Mamie, honest. Gee,fake uggs for sale! you don't think _I_ doneit, do you?""Have you been letting the precious lamb _fight_?" cried Mamie,her eyes two circles of blue indignation.
　　Steve's enthusiasm overcame his sense of guilt. He uttered a whoop.
　　"_Letting_ him! Gee! Listen to her! Why, say, that kid don't haveto be let! He's a scrapper from Swatville-on-the-Bingle. Honest! That'swhat all this food is about. We're celebrating. This is a little suppergiven in his honour by a few of his admirers and backers, meaning me.
　　Why, say, Kirk, that kid of yours is just the greatest thing that everhappened. Get that chafing-dish going and I'll tell you all about it.""How did he come by that scratch?" said Mamie, coldly sticking to herpoint.
　　"I'll tell you quick enough. But let's start in on the eats first. Youwouldn't keep a coming champ waiting for his grub, would you? Look howhe's lamping that candy.""Were you going to let the poor mite stuff himself with candy, SteveDingle,chanel bags cheap?""Sure. Whatever he says goes. He owns the joint after this afternoon."Mamie swiftly removed the unwholesome delicacy.