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It was the first tiirls an exhibition of this feminine faculty For a h confronted by an unfaled

"Say, stop her, soed, "I hate to hear a woman cry"

"So do I," said Peter, his face twisted into creases of discoirl, Honey Stop her, for God's sake"

"How's he going to stop her, I'd like to know?" demanded Ralph "We

don't converse very fluently yet, you know"

"Well, I kno to stop her," said Honey, leaping up "I say, Lulu,"

he called "Stop that crying, that's a good girl It makes us all sick

I'll find you anotherPerhaps she was not too priotiates best She wailed and wept

assiduously

Honey, in the meantime, flew to the trunks He duetic hand like gravel froave a yell of triumph and brandished -It was cheap and

brass-bound, but it reflected the sunlight as well as though it had been

fraold

"Here you are, Lulu!" he called He ran down the beach and held it up to

her Lulu caught the reflection She dropped sheer In her eagerness,

she took it from Honey's very hand And as she seized it, a tear dropped