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FLAMING

YOUTH

“What do I care if it is?”

“Dee, why don’t you go to Bobs?” “Bobs?” She hesitated. “I couldn’t go to Bobs.

wouldn't help me out anyway.

He

Doctors aren’t allowed to.”

“He'd do anything in the world for you, Dee.” “If he would, that’s all the more reason why I couldn't go to him with this,” muttered Dee obscurely. Pat had an inspiration. “I could. Pil tell him. PH tell him the whole thing. Except about Angel-face, of

course.

I'll tell him he’s just got to get you out of it.

Let me, Dee.”

“Qh, go ahead! I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. I wish I were dead.” “Don’t be an ass. We'll fix it.” Pat was exuberant with the sense of great and delicate affairs in her hands. “Tl go right now and tackle him. If he sends for you will you come?” “Yes,” agreed Dee listlessly. “You're a good little sport, Pat,” she added.

The response was curt and unexpected: “Are you?* “For not going through with it, you mean?”

“Yes.

On Jimmie’s

account.

It’s as much his as

yours.” “Js it!” Bitter laughter followed. “He's no right to it. He’s no right to me.” “Why didn’t you quit him, then? I would have. Ina minute.” “T couldn’t. You don’t know.” “You could have come home. Of course there'd have been a stink-up, but e

“T wouldn’t have cared.

I'd have done anything te get

away from him. But he found out—about Stanley.” “Stanley? Oh, Angel-face! Dee, had you?”

“No;

no!

There was never any question of that