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Rad saved the walls frst timer hands but I tamed him." At the momest—== Pa looked about as wild as a suck of "Think' you could find that girl if jwe dropped Ma and went back?
"Sure" the reporter answered. We could find six hundred just like her.
Well I gotra have something to talk to the boys on" Pa said. "Let's go back."
"Oh you would, would you," Ma said waking suddenly. "What are you two up to anyway? I guess we'd better go back. Gadding aron here this hour of the night. no place for respectable people."
Her eyes went over: the reporter with a look that would have made a movie director's heart glad. She plainly indicated her belief that his friends of the weaker sex were not Himited to a mero six hundred, The car continued. A half hour later it drew up before the hotel. The two got out.
Ewe 608 OF cmoomrtow wey for a free day but I'm stayin' im bed, This trip has done me up."
"Guess you're right Eifie" ho answered, "This trip ain't so much Wish it was over."
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