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"We might miss him in the dark. But the moon will be up in an hour, and then we can go at full speed. We better wait." "Poor little sorry father! I wish we had gone home sooner." "He certainly's got more spunk in him than I gave him credit for! He had old Brigham and the rest of them plumb buffaloed for a minute. Oh, he did crack the old bull-whip over them good!" "Poor little father!
What's that you say? Do you say you painted it blue? That certainly's mighty queer. But then you know some kinds of paint fade some kinds do!" She nodded, looking suspiciously at the work. "Fade!" Jonathan sneered. "Paints don't fade by moonlight in one night. That isn't no faded blue. It's just plain gray. I must be goin' color blind, or something."
"One moment, please. In that case the private secretary must take your message." Mr. Brunger laid down the receiver; took a turn across the room; approached the telephone; in a very deep bass asked, "Are you there?" The frantic narrative that was poured into his ears he punctuated with heavy, guttural "Certainly's," "Yes's," "We comprehend's," "We follow you's." Then: "Mr. David Brunger himself?
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