You Can Search Me by Hugh McHugh
page 56 of 74 (75%)
page 56 of 74 (75%)
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"Mr. Jefferson, my nephew," Skinski was saying, "insisted that we should hit the suburban trail and locate your shack. Here's a note from nephew Bunch for you." Skinski handed me the note with a face as solemn as a monkey-wrench, and I read it: CITY, Sunday P.M. DEAR JOHN--I send herewith the two rosebuds. As a favor to your old pal please treat my beloved relatives with every consideration and make a fuss over them. You know you told them in the restaurant to come and see you. They want to make good and will stay a week if you insist. With kindest regards, BUNCH. P. S. Don't drag Aunt Flora into any literary discussions--she might hand you something. Her favorite author is Pommery Sec., the chap who writes all those frothy books. B. "I wish you could have seen our place in the day-time," Peaches was saying to Skinski when I finished reading Bunch's get-back. "We think it's delightful out here. Did you, have much trouble in |
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