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"And cut off all the air!" was the tart response "From now on I want you to pick times for this sort of hen I' about to acco to have it"

Shrugging her shoulders, the maid left the room Mitchell had seated hihter caht, had abundant chestnut hair, blue eyes, a good figure, and regular features, the best of which was a sweet, thin-lipped, sensitive mouth She had on a blue kirace

"You ought to have more patience with the servants, father," she said, testily "Jincy is slow enough, heaven knoithout you giving her excuses for being behind with her work Now she will go to the kitchen and hinder the cook If you only kne e you'd be irl, and she knows it Mrs Anderson wants to take her to New York to nurse her baby, and she would propose it if she wasn't afraid I'd be angry"

Mitchell shook out his paper ilasses "You don't seem very much interested in my trip don, I must say"

"Well, perhaps I would be," she smiled, "but, you see, I know from your actions that he isn't much sick If he had been you'd have mounted those steps three at a ti over your interest in Dick Mostyn? Why, you are getting childish about him I'm not so sure that he is really so wonderful as you e is a better businessa saint--oh my!"

"I don't care what they think," Mitchell retorted "They don't know him as well as I do He wouldn't be under the weather to-day if he hadn't overworked, but he is all right now The doctor says he only needs rest, and Dick is going to the mountains for a month As for that, I can't for the life of me see why--"

"Why, Atlantic City with us wouldn't do every bit as well," Irene laughed out impulsively "Oh, you are funny!"

"Well, I don't see why," the old man said "If you two really do care for each other I can't see why you really would want to be apart the best month in the year"