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me any good, Dave. I—I couldn't just go up and speak to her."
"Why not?"
"I don't know her."
"Course you don't. But you never will if you don't begin, boy. Now you go an' find her an' speak right up. Tell her you like her looks an' if she ain't got no objection you'd like to call an' see her."
Wade laughed ruefully. "They don't do things that way here, old man. I've got to find a smoother way than that, I guess." His wandering gaze encountered the gorgeous window of the florist's shop.
"You stay here and watch, Dave. I'll be back in a minute."
He hurried into the florist's. "I want some roses, please, in a hurry; American Beauties, I guess."
"Yes, sir; twelve, fifteen and twenty a dozen, sir."
"Twenty."
"A dozen, sir?"
"Two—no, three. And hurry. Never
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