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"You mustn't mind her, Russ," she went on, rather embarrassed. "I don't," he laughed. "But if you'll all come I'll promise you some of the best chicken you ever tasted. And mother's hot biscuits in the chicken gravy " "Don't you say another word, Russ Dalwood!" interrupted Alice. "We're coming!" "I I think we will," agreed Mr. DeVere, with a laugh.
If ever Russ Dalwood was thankful it was then, and the cause of it was that Mr. Burton had a mathematical mind in which figures seemed to sprout by second nature. "I did notice the number," he said. "It isn't often that taxicabs stop out in front here, and I looked from my window as one drew up at the curb. I was working on your patent at the time.
Humming, in the lightness of her heart, a little tune, Alice crossed to the apartment of their neighbor, not pausing after her first knock at the rear kitchen door. She heard a rattling among the pots and pans, and naturally supposed Mrs. Dalwood was there. "May we have some salt?"
She knew how little chance she stood in New York in big New York. And perhaps it was this despondent look that caused Russ Dalwood to utter an exclamation as he met her down at the street door of the apartment house. "What's the matter?" Alice replied to his startled ejaculation. "Is my hat on crooked; or did one of my feathers get into your eye? Foolish styles; aren't they?"
"Now I'll tell you what we'll do, Ruth. You stay here and as soon as Mrs. Dalwood, or Billy, or perhaps even Russ comes home, you tell them all about this plot." "But what will you do?" "I'll go find Russ." "What! Alone?" "Why not? We can't both go. Oh, I see!" and a light broke over the face of Alice. "You mean you think it's your place to warn him. Well, maybe it is. I'm sure he would like "
"Maybe it's one of those horrid collectors," she went on, in her sister's ear. "I wish I'd kept quiet." But the voice that answered reassured them. "Are you there, Miss DeVere? This is Russ Dalwood. I want to apologize for that row outside your door a few minutes ago. It was an accident. I'm sorry. May I come in?"
Wellington Bunn, an old actor, who hoped, some day, to appear in Hamlet Hamlet in the legitimate. Paul Ardite, who played light parts, had become very fond of Alice. Russ Dalwood had a liking for Ruth, and the four had many pleasant hours in each other's company. Pearl Pennington was the leading lady at times, and was rather disposed to domineer over our girls, as was her chum, Laura Dixon. Mrs.
"I wish I were going with you," said Russ Dalwood, as Ruth passed him where he was having a moment's respite from grinding away at the crank of a camera. "I wish so, too," she answered, in a low voice. "But I've got to stay here, and grind away at this film," he said hopelessly. "We'll see you to-night," she called to him, as she went out.
Dalwood, fortunately, did know of a good doctor in the vicinity. He had attended Billy several times, and, while not exactly a throat specialist, was to be depended upon. "Then I'll go downstairs and telephone for him," said Alice. "Poor daddy is so worried." "I'll go over and see what I can do," volunteered Mrs. Dalwood. "I have an old-fashioned cough medicine I used for the children."
Alice pulled the door shut with her disengaged hand, and spoke eagerly into the transmitter. "Is Mr. Russ Dalwood there? It's very important!" Ruth saw the look of dismay that came over her sister's face. Then through the double glass door she heard Alice say: "He's gone! And you don't know where? Left ten minutes ago? Oh dear!" Slowly she hung up the receiver. There seemed nothing else to do.
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