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WAR right that I am a little slow at the head. I'll never understand that."

"Not till you're a woman," says Evelyn.

"Good night, daddy, dear. And thank you for not saying it the other time. No. Wait. I have an idea."

"Hurry—before it gets away!" laughs I.

"They're both so innocent and trusting, not such villains as you and I, that, maybe, Jon and Dave would believe that that is the cause of my illness—getting ready for my wedding. I—I was so crazy for it! You know that's an awful strain on a girl."

"I've never been a girl," says I. "But how are you going to make Dave believe in the craziness for the wedding? He's asked you seventy-five times to fix a day and you wouldn't."

"I couldn't, daddy, daddy, dear. Don't you see that this was hanging over me? Oh, it has been like the sword of Damocles ever since Dave came. For, it was then too late already. 232