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Rh “Just a minute,” she prevaricated. “Wait for me in the library.”

She plunged into her tub and donned her clothes in record time. Fortunately, Jarvis did not fret over her tardiness. He was lost in an article on the drama in a current magazine.

“Good morrow, my liege lord,” quoth Bambi, radiant, fresh, bewitching.

“This man has no standards at all,” he replied, out of the magazine.

She quietly closed it and took it from him.

“I prefer to test the breakfast standards of this club,” she laughed. “Did you sleep?” she added.

“I always sleep.”

“Let’s play to-day,” she added, over the coffee cups.

“Play?”

“Yes. We’ve never been anywhere together before. I’ve put aside an appropriation for amusement. I say we draw on that to-day.”

“All right. Where shall we go?”

“Let’s go on top of the stage to Claremont for lunch, and then we might see some pictures this afternoon, dine here, and the theatre to-night.”

“Had it all thought out, did you?”