“'Cause she don't 'belong.' Great difference whether you belong or not. Jane Hoggson couldn't 'belong' if she was to be born all over again.” O'Day now joined in. He had been watching Masie, noting the lights and shadows which swept over her face as the old painter chattered away. He always welcomed any plan for giving her pleasure, and was blessing Ganger in his heart for providing the diversion. “And where is all this to take place, Mr. Ganger?” Felix asked at last. “Up on the Bronx. A place you know nothing of and wouldn't believe a word about if I should tell you--not 'til you see it yourself. It's as full of birds and butterflies as England along the Thames, or one of those ducky little streams out of Paris. And it only costs five cents to get there and five cents to get back. And you won't be more than a few hours away from your shop. Fine, I tell you, you'll never forget it.” Again Felix broke in. “I have not a doubt of it, but when is all this to take place?” Ganger gave a little start and grew suddenly grave. “Well, as to that, you see the day is not yet fixed, not precisely. In a week maybe, or it may be two weeks. This is Sam's party, you know, and he hasn't completed all his arrangements--that is, he hadn't completed them when I left him this morning. And, of course, a lot has to be done to make everything ready”--here he nodded at Masie--“for little princesses and great ladies in plumes and satins. But it is certainly coming off. Old Sam told me so, and he means every word of it. And he was to let you know when. That's it, he was to LET YOU KNOW. That's another thing he told me to tell you.” The child's name was now called from the top of the stairs, and the Gossburger's head craned itself over the hand-rail. Fudge opened with a sharp bark, and Masie, with an air kiss to Ganger, raced up the steps, the dog at her heels, shouting as she ran: “Tell Mr. Dogger I send him a kiss, and I thank him ever so much, and won't he please come and see me very soon.” When she had disappeared, the old fellow leaned forward, gazed knowingly at Felix, and in soft-pedal tones said: