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 get rid of the youngster and I ain’t goin’ to ask, but if you can think up any kind of a fairy tale that would go in the nursery, waltz over to the police station and tell it. That’s all. Good morning,” and he swung off whistling “Since I first met you.”

Pat joined his bride with gloom upon his brow. They moved on in silence for a moment, then she said,

“I suppose we will just have to go to the police now and tell that ridiculous story all over again.”

“We can’t go to the police!” savagely exclaimed the partner of her woes. “I see now how utterly improbable the whole thing sounds; they would run us in for child desertion or kidnapping, whichever crime called for the higher fine— And where would our honeymoon be then!” Their young faces were tragic. “Darn the luck—let’s skin Rh