THE MAD PAPER-HANGER
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brown beard. It was he who spoke. Angie had no beard. She was far too young.
“Just one moment to buy a toothbrush," she replied, “and I shall be Yours Sincerely.” And Angela smiled.
Now there are smiles that make one, and there are smiles that make one blue. Her confession seemed to strike him funny, like a cranberry pie in the face.
A LEPROUS BUNGALOW, THEY FOUND
Indeed, all the way to Harlem he seemed depressed; but then, they were going to Harlem. Curiously enough the object of their journey is the subject of my next sentence.
A leprous bungalow, entirely surroundded by goats, they found, ramshackled to a
