poisoned nearly as often as Iva Payne is."

"H'm; anybody else after Bill?"

"Only May Young."

"And you."

"Oh, me! I'm just a debutante. I'm not after anybody yet."

"Well, you keep off my Petticoat preserves! That Big Bill person is mine--
and I won't stand for any nonsense about that."

"My goodness, Warble, I didn't know you had so much spunk. Lotta says you
haven't any."

"She'll find out! Go on, what else did the cats say?"

"They made fun of your party--"

"Oh, my party! That I tried to make so nice and gay and festive!"

"They thought those bathing suits were--er--rather bizarre--"

"I _didn't_ get them out of the Bazar! I thought it all up myself. And
they made fun of it! Go home, Daisy Snow, I've got to reflect."

* * * * *

Like a very small, very spanked child, she crawled upstairs on her hands