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"All right I pro yourself

for nothing, mother"

She was quite content then, cheered at once, consulted the jewelled

watch on her dressing table and rang for the maid

"Heavens, how late it is!" she exclaimed "Run out now, dear And,

Graham, tell Buckham to do up a dozen dinner-napkins in paper Audrey

Valentine has telephoned that she has just got in, and finds she hasn't

enough If that isn't like her!"