I can't stand it alone any longer; and it will
be four years before Drina is eighteen."
"Drina!" repeated Selwyn blankly--then he laughed. It was genuine
laughter, too; and Boots grinned and puffed at his pipe, and recrossed
his legs, watching Selwyn out of eyes brightening with expectancy.
"Then it's settled," he said.
"What? Your ultimate career with Drina?"
"Oh, yes; that also. But I referred to your coming to live with me."
"Boots--"
"Oh, fizz! Come on. I don't like the way you act, Phil."
Selwyn said slowly: "Do you make it a personal matter--"
"Yes, I do; dam'f I don't! You'll be perfectly free there. I don't care
what you do or where you go or what hours you keep. You can run up and
down Broadway all night, if you want to, or you can stop at home and
play with the cats. I've three fine ones"--he made a cup of his hands
and breathed into them, for the room was horribly cold--"three fine
tabbies, and a good fire for 'em to blink at when they start purring.
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