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 the many faces that turned to stare curiously, admiringly, impertinently.

"Now's your chance," whispered Dave. "Butt in, partner!"

But Wade only looked while the taxi rolled to the curb and the attendant helped her in. Then the girl's face appeared at the door and the attendant bent forward. Something white moved into view. The attendant spoke to the chauffeur and the latter left his seat and went to the door. Wade saw him shake his head and look blank. A sheet of white paper fluttered out and blew along the curb. An impatient tooting from a big limousine behind recalled the carriage man to his duties. He waved the chauffeur back to his seat. Then from the depths of the cab appeared a great bunch of roses, its wrappings fluttering about it, and settled in the carriage man's arms. He moved back, the roses nodded and becked as he strove to touch his cap, the door banged shut and the taxicab sprang away from the curb with a warning toot.