"Well I'll be hanged," growled Stanton, "if I'm going to be strung by
any boy!"

Some poor old worn-out story-writer

"Maybe she is--'colored,'" he volunteered at last

"Oh! Don't I look--gorgeous!" she stammered

"What?" cried Stanton, plunging forward in his chair

Cornelia's mother answered this time

He unbuckled the straps of his suitcase and turned the cover backward on
the floor

"Are you a good boy?" she asked

"It's only Carl," he said

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