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As Ernie tells me about it he rubs himself reminiscent and gazes sorrowful at his dented derby. "Mosh annoying," says he. "Couldn't even shay good night to lovely Louishe." "Oh, well," says I. "You can make up for that when you pay your dinner call. By the way, where was this home of the lovely Louise?" Ernie doesn't know.

You've been kidnapped by a lovely lady, had a swell dinner, with plenty of fizz on the side, been introduced to a strong-arm father, and finished on the sidewalk with your lid caved in. And for an assistant auditor who blushes as easy as you do that's what I call kind of a large evening." Ernie nods. Then he chuckles to himself, sort of satisfied, and remarks mushy: "Lovely girl, Louishe."

"Oh, you mentioned it to Louise, did you?" says I. "I expect that was the lovely lady who carted you off in the taxi?" He nods and springs another one of them silly smiles. "Tha's ri'," says he. "The lovely Louishe." "Tell me, Ernie," says I, "how long has this been going on?" And what do you suppose this fathead has the front to spring on me? That this was the first time he'd ever seen her.

Ernie closed his eyes slow, like he was goin' over the scene again, and then remarks: "Thash when I begun to be surprished. Louishe has most affec-shanate nashur." "So it would seem," says I. "But where did the party take place?" That little detail appears to have escaped Ernie. He remembered that there were pink candles on the table, and music playing, and a lot of nice people around.

Then the lovely Louishe comes to rescue. 'Can't you see, daddy? she tells him. 'It's Ernie. Found him at lash. 'Ernie who? demandsh daddy. 'I I forget, says Louishe. 'Bah! saysh daddy. 'Lash time it was Harold, wasn't it? 'Naughty, naughty! saysh I. 'Mustn't tell talesh. Bad form, daddy. Lessh all be calm now and and we'll tell you about dinner bubblesh in the glass, 'n'everything.

Uh-huh! He sticks to that tale. Even claims he don't know what the rest of her name is. "Louishe, tha's all," says he. "Th' lovely Louishe." "Oh, very well," says I. "We'll let it ride at that. And I expect she picked you out all on account of your compelling beauty? Must have been a sudden case, from the fond clinch I saw you gettin' as the cab started."

Louishe and I. Lovely girl, Louishe. Affecshonate nashur. And thash as far as I got. Different nashur, daddy." "I gather that he didn't insist on your staying?" says I. No, he hadn't. As near as I could make out dear old daddy took a firm grip on Ernie in two places, and while the fine old butler held the front door open he got more impetuous than ever.

"Tha's tha's because you have 'spischus nashur'," protests Ernie. "Merely few glasshes. You know bubblesh in stem." "Champagne, eh?" says I. "Then it was a reg'lar party? Ernie, I am surprised at you." "You you ain't half so shurprised as as I am myshelf," says he, chucklin'. "Tha's what I told Louishe."