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| The girl in her Norse glow and blondness would have been a marked figure anywhere | [Frontispiece] |
| "Oh, drat you women!" he grinned sheepishly. "Well, go
ahead! One—two—three—four—five—six—seven—eight—nine—TEN!" | [9] |
| By craning his neck around the corner of the piano, he noted
with increasing astonishment that the rivulet sprang from the black ferule of an umbrella | [87] |
| "Excuse me, Miss Kjelland," he said; "but this is not a
picnic—it is a clinic" | [99] |
| As coolly as if she had been appraising a new dog or pussy,
Mrs. Tome Gallien narrowed her eyes to both the vision and the announcement | [127] |