very definite plans. One of the roving pro-
moters that used to stop at Mrs. Gardener's
hotel owned idle property along the water-
front in Seattle, and he had offered to set
Tiny up in business in one of his empty
buildings. She was now conducting a sailors'
lodging-house. This, every one said, would
be the end of Tiny. Even if she had begun
by running a decent place, she couldn't
keep it up; all sailors' boarding-houses were
alike.

When I thought about it, I discovered that
I had never known Tiny as well as I knew
the other girls. I remembered her tripping
briskly about the dining-room on her high
heels, carrying a big tray full of dishes, glanc-
ing rather pertly at the spruce traveling men,
and contemptuously at the scrubby ones --
who were so afraid of her that they didn't
dare to ask for two kinds of pie. Now it oc-
curred to me that perhaps the sailors, too,
might be afraid of Tiny. How astonished
we would have been, as we sat talking about
her on Frances Harling's front porch, if we
could have known what her future was really
to be! Of all the girls and boys who grew up
together in Black Hawk, Tiny Soderball was

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