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On With Torchy by Sewell Ford
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back with, "Well, I'm an old man, and I'm thinkin' I've seen most
everything worth while." Pansy and Violet shook until their chairs
creaked, and one of 'em near swallows her napkin tryin' to stop the
chuckles.

In all the time I've known J. Meredith I'd never heard him try to
spring anything comic before; but havin' made such a hit with this one
he follows with others, robbin' the almanac regardless.

"Oh, you deliciously funny man!" gasps Pansy, tappin' him playful on
the shoulder.

Course, it wa'n't any cabaret high jinks, you understand. Meredith was
just limbered up a little. In the parlor afterwards while we was
havin' coffee he strings off quite a fancy line of repartee, fin'lly
allowin' himself to be pushed up to the piano, where he ripples through
a few things from Bach and Beethoven and Percy Moore. It's near eleven
o'clock when the Hibbs sisters get their wraps on and Merry starts to
walk home with 'em.

"You might wait for me, Torchy," says he, pausin' at the door.

"Nonsense!" says Aunt Emma Jane.

"Time young people were in bed. Good night, young man."

There don't seem to be any chance for a debate on the subject; so I
goes up to my room. But it's a peach of a night, warm and moony; so
after I turns out the light I camps down on the windowseat and gazes
out over the shrubby towards the water. I could see the top of the
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