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 conceited men I know. A good fellow in his way, but he does hate himself!”

They smiled.

They thanked Arnold for his kindness. It was nothing. He was glad to be of service. They could call on him at any time. Perhaps they would care to go out again tomorrow. They would see. Possibly, if it wasn’t too much trouble. None at all. He could always get away from the office.

Uncle Elliott suggested that the best thing now was a little trip. Atlantic City. It would do them good. Then they could make plans when they returned. No hurry about anything.

When they arrived at Atlantic City, they found their rooms full of flowers. Dorothy inspected the cards.

“So thoughtful of Arnold!” exclaimed Mrs. Loamford. “He’s been a real friend tous. Hasn’t he?”

“A very good friend,” agreed Dorothy.

There was a letter from Tommy.

“Incidentally,” it concluded, “I’m the slave now of Mr. Maxwell of the Underwood Concert Corporation. I write the elegant blurbs that you see in the musical papers—if you see the musical papers. If you come under his management when you resume your career, you may be sure of one thing: The press department will be yours to command.”

“That’s very nice of him," commented Mrs. Loamford.

Dorothy nodded. Tommy was at his best professionally.