Page 27 (1/2)

"You are a blockhead!" exploded the younger hed

"Man, she wrote ht, and wanted et here in ti on Faust And when she says a thing, she means it As you said,

she's Irish"

"And I'm Dutch"

"And the stubbornest Dutcho home and settle

down and marry?--and keep that phiz of yours out of the newspapers?

So"

"An opinion shared by many Maybe I am I dash in where lunatics fear to

tread Come on over to the Soufflet and have a drink withto-day," tersely "There's tooto start out to find her? Oh, Sir Galahad!" ironically "Abby, you

used to be a sport I'll wager a hundred against a bottle of pop that

to-morrow or next day she'll turn up serenely, with the statement that she

was indisposed, sorry not to have notified the directors, and all that

They do it repeatedly every season"

"But an errand of e autoement to dine with the Barone? Celeste Fournier's states I tell you, Nora isn't that kind She's too

big in heart and mind to stoop to any such devices," vehemently

"Nora! That looks pretty serious, Abby You haven't gone and made a fool

of yourself, have you?"

"What do you calla fool of myself?" truculently

"You aren't a suitor, are you? An accepted suitor?" unruffled, rather

kindly

"No, but I would to heaven that I were!" Abbott ja the stool over his aret so to start a search?"

"I really am I'd start one just as quickly for you, if I heard that you