“Wait,” Jimmie exclaimed. “You’re leaving your package.”
“That’s right,” Stark reached for the brown paper package. “I meant that for you. You are to give it to that best girl of yours.”
“My mother?”
“Who else?” Harm Stark smiled broadly.
“Gee! Thanks—I don’t know how to thank you for such a swell present,” said Jimmie. “I know she’ll be thrilled with it.”
“I shouldn’t wonder,” said Stark as he turned to go striding away.
Jimmie was doubly sure she would like it, when, on meeting the red-haired lady reporter, Mary Dare, he paused to unwrap it and show it to her.
“A silver fox!” Mary exclaimed. “A beauty! Oh! I never saw a grander one!”
“It’s for my mother,” said Jimmie. “She’s got silver-gray hair to match it and day after tomorrow is her birthday.”
“Jimmie, you’re a dear!” the lady reporter exclaimed. Then she did a strange thing. She grabbed Jimmie and kissed him on the cheek.