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You won't like her freeze her out." "All righty. Say Billy dear has you any choclums?" "Not for little gourmands," he took her in his arms. "I say, Warbie, you promised to cut out sweets. Look here." He led her to the picture gallery where his simpering or frowning ancestors looked down in painted disapproval. They were all slender wasp-waisted ladies, long lean men. Not a fatty in the bunch.
"Sweet yourself!" roared Porgie, and grabbed her all up in his gorilla-like arms just as a ringing, musical, "Ship ahoy!" sounded on their ears. "Hello there, Warbie!" She knew then it was Petticoat. "Having a walk?" he inquired, casually. "Yop," she casualed back. He pulled his skiff up alongside, threw Porgie into the deep pool and snatched Warble in beside himself.
"You must have a party, Warble," Petticoat said, as he fitted a long, slim cigarette into a long, slim holder. "I'd rather have a baby," and she looked up at him inquiringly. "Honest, Warbie, I can't afford it. I've lots of money, but we take a lot of keeping ourselves, and to keep a baby means almost a whole extra establishment. Let's wait till I've saved up a bit, or we have a windfall.
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