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"Did you leave your cigaret on the piano?"
"No, Toots dear. But I can, easily."
"Mother," Marion explained, "is getting awfully touchy about the
piano. Well, do you remember half the pretty things you told me
last night?"
"Not exactly. But I meant them."
He looked up at her admiringly. He was only a year from college,
and he had been rather arbitrarily limited to the debutantes. He
found, therefore, something rather flattering in the attention he
was receiving from a girl who had been out five years, and who was
easily the most popular young woman in the gayer set. It gave him
a sense of maturity Since the night before he had been rankling
under a sense of youth.
"Was I pretty awful last night?" he asked.
"You were very interesting. And - I imagine - rather indiscreet."
"Fine! What did I say?"
"You boasted, my dear young friend."
"Great Scott! I must have been awful."
"About the new war contracts."
"Oh, business!"
"But I found it very interesting.


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