17?
FLAMING YOUTH
“Don’t fool yourself by thinking that age makes such
a difference to girls, these days. They think it does at
Pat's age, but a couple of years more makes a hig diff, Most of the boys I used to be crazy about look Hike sapheads to me now. They're teo easy.
There's more pep
im experience; and,” remarked the youthful philosopher, “the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Pat's a pretty wise Kid, at that. She isn’t all ‘petite gamine. “
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“Evidently she has no secrets from you,” said Scott,
vexed, “We're bf.’s, you know, I suppose you think Dirty Me for trying te cut in on her with you.” “TI don’t know that Pd thought of it at all.” “Now we're very old and stately,” said the girl with mischievous alarm. “It makes us coldly dignified te be teased . . . Heavens! Are we home already? Good-bye, and thank you for a cerking afterneen. See you te
night.”
She waved him a farewell, but reappeared as his car eame back around the curve at the side of the house “Don't forget the lucky numbers, Cary,” she called, in her high, sweet drawl. “No danger,” he answered, wondering just why she had come back to say that. . He understood when, in the hallway back of Cissie, he
caught sight of Pat's surprised and frowning face, “The little devil!" he chuckled. But, he thought the moment after, was Cissie playing her own game, or Pat's? fithin doors Pat rushed the tardy guest upstairs and followed inte her ream.
“Deo hustle,” she said crossly.
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“You're gumming the
game.” “Hustle is my ancestral name,” stated CGissie.
right in high to-day.”
“Pim
