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WHERE OUR CLUB MET and loose, and it was no wonder that Dave flew at her and that she had to remind him, laughing, that it still hurt a little where he was in the habit of putting his arms.

Dave put her in her seat as carefully as if she were china, and says:

"And now, once more, when? To-day? You said as soon as you could stand on your feet—don't bother about clothes—they are bad for you!"

"Yes," smiles Evelyn, "to-day, if you wish—"

She looks around at Jon and me—

"—To-day if it suits us all—"

Jon turns pale. After all, I suppose, to stand up suddenly and see them married phased him a bit.

Then Dave, the happy, laughing, singing, dancing Dave, says:

"Daddy, you have Preacher Kellermann here by eleven o clock, and wear your stovepipe; and Jonathan, you comb your hair and wash your face and be the best man—as you are, 267