| PAGE | | 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 |
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