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FLAMING
YOUTH
off the letter which she had been meditating. “There® she observed at the close. “That will tell Mr. Warren Graves where he gets off.” “What about Pat?
Someone ought to tell her where
she gets off.”
“J don’t know why they keep her around anyway,” said Constance discontentedly. “She ought te have been sent away to school last year.”
“God help the school! She'll give it an education.” “Going to the club to-night?” asked the elder after a pause.
“J thought you had a date with Jimmy James for all the Saturday dances.” “So did he,” rephed Dee calmly. “He was getting teo proprietary. So I turned him down.” “War
is hell,” observed her sister with apparent ir
relevance. “Besides, de Severin is coming over from Washington for an early round of golf.”
“So that’s it. Paul de Severin could give me quite a thrill if he went at it right.” “Not me.
J've never seen the man that could, either.
Something must have been left out of my makeup when I was built.” “Sometimes I wish it had been left out of mine,” said
the beauty. “And other times,” she added gaily, “I don’t. By the way, I'm likely to be in pretty late. So don't let Dad lock me out, will you?”
“I thought they still pulled the midnight rule for the Saturday night dances.” “So they do. But the Grants are having a small-andearly afterward. Somebody slipped Will Grant a case
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