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Momentarily the articles that filled my arms and hung on my shoulders and back grew more cumbersome and burdensome[Frontispiece]
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May I ask whether you are going to a fancy dress party somewhere?[42]
Until he loomed almost above my kneeling form[94]
"I," she said, "am Major Jones"[132]
From its depths I extracted the parting gifts bestowed upon me by my Great-Aunt Paulina[176]
"Say coo-coo clearly and distinctly and keep on saying it until I call out 'Enough'"[234]
To be exact, I kissed at her[268]


PART ONE

Being a Card to the Public from the Pen
of the Rev. Roscoe Titmarsh Fibble, D.D.