On With Torchy by Sewell Ford
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spirit. But what of Crimson Crest? What will you do?"
"The game is to spring something on Miss Vee better'n what the others put over, is it?" says I. "Precisely," says Eulalia, allowin' two of the young gents to help her on with her wraps. "Have you thought what your offering is to be?" "Not yet," says I. "I may take a chance on something fresh." They was all pilin' out eager by that time, each one anxious to get started on his own special fool stunt, so, while I was mixed up in the gen'ral push, with my hat in my hand and my coat over my arm, it didn't strike me how I could bolt the programme until I'm half crowded behind the open hall door. Then I gets a swift thought. Seein' I wouldn't be missed, and that Vee has her back to me, I simply squeezes in out of sight and waits while she says by-by to the last one; so, when she fin'ly shuts the door, there I am. "Why, Torchy!" says she. "I thought you had gone." "But it wa'n't a wish, was it?" says I. "Humph!" says she, flashin' a teasin' glance. "Suppose I don't tell that?" "My nerve is strong today," says I, chuckin' my hat back on the rack; "so I'll take the benefit of the doubt." "But all the others have gone to--to do things that will please me," |
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