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236 "And some are spooning in the park," I interrupted. "I don't doubt it What's the matter, Frank? You are getting ghastly!"

"Chu-Chu pricked me in the arm."

"Here—rest a minute! Sh-h-h!—somebody's coming. Brace up, my dear!"

I managed to brace up after a moment or two, and we started to walk to the gate. Fortunately it wasn't far, and—would you believe it?—the first person I saw was Rosalie, her taxi pulled up to the curb, and she talking, with a very white face, to a mottled-looking footman, armed with a billiard cue.