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Rh He put a special delivery stamp on it and mailed it. He found some breakfast, and went into the Bronx Park, where he sat down under the bare trees to face himself.

In the meantime Bambi, after a sleepless night, was up betimes. At breakfast she protested that she was not at all worried. Jarvis had no doubt decided to celebrate the success in the usual masculine way. He would come home later, with a headache.

“But Jarvis isn’t a drinking man, is he?” the Professor inquired.

“No, but it’s the way men always celebrate, isn’t it?”

The Professor wanted the whole story of the writing of the book, the prize winning, Mr. Frohman’s order, and all, so, after breakfast, she made a clean breast of it, and they laughed over it for a couple of hours. Then Jarvis’s message came. Her face quivered as she read it.

“What is it, dear? Is it Jarvis?”

She nodded, the slow tears falling.

“He isn’t hurt?”

“Not physically hurt, but I’ve hurt his feelings. Oh, Daddy, I’ve made such a mess of it. I wanted Jarvis to be dazzled by my success, because he thinks