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"Well," said Honey Smith one day and, for the first time, there was a

peevish note in his voice, "that 'natural selection' theory of yours,

Ralph, seeh We seem

to be coed

if I'ht there," Ralph Addington ad any forwarder"

"It's all very pretty and ro about,"

Honey continued in a gru

with a canary-bird Damn it all, I want to talk with theesture "It is a deadlock, I admit I'm at my

wits' end"

Perhaps Honey expressed what the others felt At any rate, a sudden

irascibility broke out airls were about, but over their work and during their leisure, they

developed what Honey described as every kind of blue-bean, sourball,

katzenjaainst it - and their

to the nature of the