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Ford, Sewell, 1868-1946

"Wilt Thou Torchy"

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"Great Scott!" I whispers to Vee. "Two more freaks to come!"
"Listen," says Vee. "Auntie is saying something."
So she is, a whole mouthful.
"My niece, Verona, will accompany me, of course," she announces.
"Well, ain't that rough!" says I. "Now what's the sense in draggin'
you off down--"
"And I am obliged," breaks in Mr. Ellins, "to take with me, for purely
business reasons, my private secretary. Mrs. Hemmingway, isn't the
young man somewhere about the place?"
"Good night!" I gasps. "Me!"
"Well, I like that!" says Vee, givin' me a pinch.
"Take it back," says I. "If it's a case of us goin', that's different.
But what a bunch to go cruisin' with!"
And say, when I'm led out and introduced, I must have acted like I was
in a trance. I got it so sudden, you see, and so unexpected. Here I'd
been sittin' back all the while and knockin' this whole thing as a
squirrel-house expedition, besides passin' comments on the crowd; and
the next thing I know I'm counted in, with my name on the passenger
list.
That was two days ago; and while I've been movin' around lively enough
ever since, windin' things up at the office, hirin' a wireless operator
for Mr. Ellins, and layin' in a stock of Palm Beach suits and white
deck shoes, I ain't got over the jolt yet.


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