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 : I loathe these modern dances. Oh, Lois, I wish I could see you. Come to the window.


 * (Puzzled) What on earth was that?


 * (Ingeniously) I heard something, too.


 * Sounded like running water.


 * Didn't it? Strange like it. As a matter of fact I was filling the gold-fish bowl.


 * (Still puzzled) What was that banging noise?


 * One of the fish snapping his golden jaws.


 * (With sudden resolution) Lois, I love you. I am not a mundane man but I am a forger


 * (Interested at once) Oh, how fascinating.


 * —a forger ahead. Lois, I want you.


 * (Skeptically) Huh! What you really want is for the world to come to attention and stand there till you give "Rest!"


 * Lois I—Lois I—


 * (In horror) Mr. Calkins!


 * (Surprised) Why I thought you said you were wearing pinkish white!


 * (In great alarm) Good Lord! She's fainted! I'll be right in.