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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"


? ? ? ? 'I say, Kid,' he said, 'we're wrong, all wrong. She can't learn in moccasins. Put her feet into slippers, and then onto that waxed floor- phew!'


? ? ? ? Madeline raised a foot and regarded her shapeless house-moccasins dubiously. In previous winters, both at Circle City and Forty-Mile, she had danced many a night away with similar footgear, and there had been nothing the matter. But now- well, if there was anything wrong it was for Malemute Kid to know, not her.


? ? ? ? But Malemute Kid did know, and he had a good eye for measures; so he put on his cap and mittens and went down the hill to pay Mrs. Eppingwell a call. Her husband, Clove Eppingwell, was prominent in the community as one of the great Government officials. The Kid had noted her slender little foot one night, at the Governor's Ball. And as he also knew her to be as sensible as she was pretty, it was no task to ask of her a certain small favor.


? ? ? ? On his return, Madeline withdrew for a moment to the inner room. When she reappeared Prince was startled.


? ? ? ? 'By Jove!' he gasped. 'Who'd a' thought it! The little witch! Why my sister-'


? ? ? ? 'Is an English girl,' interrupted Malemute Kid, 'with an English foot.


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