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 men are always bothering her, too. You see, they know she's got it and they want to marry her. I suppose that worries her, don't you?"

"I should think it might," answered Wade thoughtfully. "She—er—she hasn't decided to marry any of them, yet, then?"

"Don't believe so. Aunt Mildred's always after her to get married but she says she isn't going to. I guess she will, though, some day. She's turned down some corking chaps, too."

"Has she?" murmured Wade.

"Yes. I guess if she marries anyone it'll be Kingdon Smith. He's awfully sweet on her and she likes him pretty well, I guess. Do you know him? He's the crack polo player, you know."

"I've heard of him but have never met him. It isn't definitely decided, then?"

"No, I don't think so. Say, I'm going to make 'em order lunch. I'm beastly hungry. Good-bye, Mr. Forbes. I'll tell Aunt Mildred all about you."