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 there in twenty minutes, and I want to find both of you with your bonnets on, all ready for a bevy of ham and eggs"

"If you mention food," stated Cecily, "I shall die. I don't even want to see any, from now until I'm ninety. But I want to talk to you. That's the only reason I'm going."

"I want to talk to you, too! You're going to get the bawling-out of your young life, don't think you're not!"

"I don't," said Cecily.

He found her waiting for him in Yvonne's little living room, wearing a gown that he recognized as belonging to Yvonne. It hung to her insteps. "Look," she said, patting the skirt. "I'll have to tack it up with safety pins before we go out or everybody will think I'm trying to hide bowlegs or something."

"I can tell 'em different," retorted Jock. "After the back-flip you took last night, I can speak with authority."

Cecily giggled. "Wasn't that the limit?" she said in a confidential undertone. "I'm mortified to death when I think of it. It must have been awful."

"Well, not too awful. In fact, I might say—but never mind. How're you feeling this morning, Cecily, no foolin'? Have you a headache really? You're looking full of pep." His eyes roamed over her commendingly. No, he hadn't been mistaken last night; she was delightful. All pink and white and brown, like a wild rose—no, too banal—like a

He searched for a fit simile, and finding none, said, "Anybody who can look like that on the morning after"

Yvonne chose this unfortunate moment to enter the room, in a negligée of Nile green chiffon and lace that