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 "There are only thirty days in the month," he remarked slowly.

"Thank the Lord," I exclaimed. "I'm all in!"

He tipped his desk-chair back and bit the amber of his meerchaummeerschaum [sic] contemplatively.

"But to-day is the first," he drawled, turning the leaf on the calendar with just a flicker of a smile.