BUTTERED SIDE DOWN
ask 'em what they did with the Virginia creeper that used to cover the whole front and sides of the old porch."
"Look here," said the man, very abruptly, "if it's money you need, why"
'Me! Do I look like a touch? Now you"
"Finest stock farm and ranch in seven counties. I come to Chicago once a year to sell. I've got just thirteen thousand nestling next to my left floating rib this minute."
The eyes of the woman with the green plume narrowed down to two glittering slits. A new look came into her face—a look that matched her hat, and heels and gloves and complexion and hair.
"Thirteen thousand! Thirteen thous Say, isn't it chilly on this corner, h'm? I know a kind of a restaurant just around the corner where"
"It's no use," said the sandy-haired man, gently. "And I wouldn't have said that, if I were you. I was going back to-day on the 5:25, but I'm sick of it all. So are you, or you wouldn't have said what you just said. Listen. Let's go back home, you and I. The sight of
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