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I'd like to be decent to her, but I can't stand the cocktail life. Lord, that time she danced, though. Oh hell, to get back to the reception. It was pretty big. Parade of the Aero Club and Squadron A, me in an open-face hack, feeling like a boob while sixty leven billion people cheered.
"It's getting so now, John, that an open-face, stem-winding American has to kick four Dukes, eight Earls, seven Counts and a couple of Princes off the front steps every time he goes to call on his sweetheart if she has money.
"They're built on the open-face pattern for giving. You can't fool me. I know." A year and a half after her coming to Haynes-Cooper Fanny's department was doing a business of a million a year. The need had been there. She had merely given it the impetus.
She went out with Lester Goldmark in his little flivver, and I get nervous about automobiles." Mr. Bauer slid an open-face watch from his waistcoat. "Good Lord! five-forty, and I've just got time to sell the Maplehurst Emporium a bill of goods!" "Good-night, Milt; and mind you put up that order of assorted neckwear yourself.
He kicked back his blankets and rose stiffly. The luxury of his yawn was stifled as he saw below him the ranchhouse with some strange kind of a sign above its gate. "If that's the hotel," he said as he corded his blankets, "she don't look much bigger than me own. But distances is mighty deceivin' in this here open-face country."
Maybe he planned on stoppin' in at the cloakroom too, and seein' if I was holdin' down the job proper. Anyway, I can't blame him for doin' the open-face act when he discovers me out on the floor with the belle of the ball. But all I has time to do is send him up the chilly stare, and away we go again into another one-two-three dream me and Miss Vee.
But say," here I indulges in my most comic open-face movement, "who do you suppose did the trick on us?" Old Hickory stares at me and waves his cigar impatient. "Go on," he growls. "You know Miss Vee's aunt," says I, "Mrs. Cornelia Hemmingway? Well, she's got him. Yep! Just naturally kidnapped him, I expect. I had my suspicions of her the minute I found the Captain was gone.
We catches ourselves doin' the open-face act, while the little stranger idea stands tappin' patient on the wood. Course, treasure huntin' was just what had lured us so far from home. For nearly three weeks, now, that had been the big notion.
She gives a little gasp and stiffens, and I expect I did some open-face work myself. I glances from her to J. Bayard and stares foolish. "Did you say Mrs. Hammond?" says I. "Of course, McCabe," says he sort of peevish. "You know I explained beforehand." "Yes," says I; "but but " Then the lady steps to the front herself, her chin up and her lips pressed tight.
So much must at least be said for these great educators: they have broken the villain of his open-face attire; to-day he knows better, and when prowling to devour, disguises himself in the guileless if nobby "sack suit" of the widely advertised Kollege Kut brand.... In short, Molly Lessing might very well be Marian Blessington, after all!