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Penrose, Margaret

"Or the Strange Cruise of the Tartar"


"Mean it? Of course I mean it!" he exclaimed, while Dr. Blake
chuckled. "I need a rest and change. Anyone will tell you that--er
my appetite is not what it once was."
"No, it's on the increase," murmured Harry.
"And as for nerves--"
"Nerve, you mean," Harry went on. "You have more than your share."
"There, you see!" declaimed Walter, triumphantly. "I simply need
some change."
"Better pay back what you borrowed of me to fee the Pullman porter,"
went on his tormentor.
"Hush!" ordered Walter, imperiously. "I'll pay you--when I come back
from the West Indies."
"You seem to think it's all settled," laughed Cora.
"It is, as far as I'm concerned," said Walter, coolly. "If I can't
go any other way I'll go as a valet to Mr. Robinson, or courier to
the rest of the family. I can speak the language--habe Espanola?
Oh, you simply can't get along without me--especially as I'll pay my
own fare. And, Jack'll need me, too. It's all settled."
Mrs. Kimball looked at Dr. Blake. There was a serious and
questioning look on her face.
"What do you think, Doctor?" she asked.
"Professionally, I should say it was an excellent chance," he
replied. "It would do Jack a world of good, and, though neither you
nor Cora seems to be in need of recuperation, I have no doubt you
would enjoy the trip."
"Then you simply must come!" cried Belle. "I'll 'phone papa at
once.


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