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Made to Measure
Made to Measure / Deep Waters, Part 3
MADE TO MEASURE
Mr. Mott brought his niece home from the station with considerable pride. Although he had received a photograph to assist identification, he had been very dubious about accosting the pretty, well-dressed girl who had stepped from the train and gazed around with dove-like eyes in search of him. Now he was comfortably conscious of the admiring gaze of his younger fellow-townsmen.
"You'll find it a bit dull after London, I expect," he remarked, as he inserted his key in the door of a small house in a quiet street.
"I'm tired of London," said Miss Garland. "I think this is a beautiful little old town—so peaceful."
Mr. Mott looked gratified.
"I hope you'll stay a long time," he said, as he led the way into the small front room. "I'm a lonely old man."
His niece sank into an easy chair, and looked about her.
"Thank you," she said, slowly. "I hope I shall. I feel better already. There is so much to upset one in London."
"Noise?" queried Mr. Mott.
"And other things," said Miss Garland, with a slight shudder.
Mr. Mott sighed in sympathy with the unknown, and, judging by his niece's expression, the unknowable. He rearranged the teacups, and, going to the kitchen, returned in a few minutes with a pot of tea.