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Judging from the effect which the letter had upon Bud, it must have

been a masterpiece of its kind He threw the box of chocolates into the

wood-box, crawled out of the hich he had entered, and went

don to a hotel If the house wasn't good enough for Marie, let her

go He could go just as fast and as far as she could And if she thought

he was going to hot-foot it over to herher to coo near the darn place again, except to get his clothes

He'd bust up the joint, by thunder He'd sell off the furniture and turn

the house over to the agent again, and Marie could whistle for a hoet into that house, he remembered, and away

from that old cat of a ood and sick of it He'd just keep her guessing for awhile; a week or

so would do her good Well, he wouldn't sell the furniture--he'd just

ood scare He'd get a

better one, that had a porcelain bathtub instead of a zinc one, and a

better porch, where the kid could be out in the sun Yes, sir, he'd just