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ring, tlnS. ing, Went tHe tele-
phone. Miss Turner moved lazily on
her pillow, sat up and in a dazed
rubbed her eyes with the backs
of W small hands.
Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting
Two little white feet shot out from
underneath the covering and while rum
ming to the phone the owner OF them
exclaimed pe%tulantly, Eight o'clock in
the morning-and Sunday. too. h
u shameful inconsideration!"
Hello" in a deep basso profundo.
"Hello!" replied Miss Turner sweetly
and immediately forgetful of all for
mer petulancy.
lis this Miss Turner?"
Yes"
We'll, this is Ashby Waller. 81 am
awfuliy sorry to have disturbed so
early In the morning, but"
oh, that's ALI right. Mr.. Waller" re-
piled Miss Turner in honeyed tones.
You know / am a country girl n
never sleep late" ooh! Lord.)
We'll, as I was going to say. l am
awfuiiy glad 1 didn't disturb you. but
the day is so fine and as l haven't seen
you since IL o'clock last evening. l
though, perhaps. you would take pity
on me and. Well. to tell you the
truth. Miss Turner, h day is SO fine
and this spring air SO In my bones that
feeiy right down wicked. and want
to know IL o will no Join me in a
little spree to the country"
"Well-er-I don't quite know" SIAM
mered Miss Turner hesitatingly. 1T
sounds delicious. and-to me seems only
a wee bit unconventional-but IL it's
wicked
"Oh, no, no, no. hastily interrupted
MIR. Weller. o course 1t is not wick
ed-unconventional is the word l want
ed. but always do upset my vocabu-
1Qry-hOf nnM, 1t0fon NJ n1on 10 Tint
o let me call for you at 10 o'clock.
Please be. ready (p%leadingly) 'for our
train leaXes at 1890. BY DOR W. should
be at Port Jefferson, where my yacht Is
anchored. We can lunch on 1t and be
back in New York at 6. Now. what do
O say?"
"Say?" answered Miss Turner mer-
rily. why. I will go. even II upon our
retdrn we are met by policemen and a
patrol wagon
Now, that's wha I call a girl" ex-
claimed MIR. Waller enthusiastically.
But what the matter Will your voice
today? 1t sounds shivery-no. not
chilly"
Well. to be frank with you. Mr.. Wal
Ter. I am b~arefooted, for in my mad
haste to answer the phone l forgot my
slippers. n as you know there is no
carpet here in the hall--only a few
effective rugs, which are never in the
right place"
"Oh, I am sorly.'' said he as earnest
ly as though he vas justly responsible
for the forgetfulness of her slippers.
Where are o now. Mr.. Waller??"
asked Miss Turner, wishing to intro
duce another topic less embarrassing
than her bare feet. Il suppose you are
just waiting for breakfast, eh?"
No. l am In bed"
What? Where?"
Yes. my phone is one of those long
string attachments and is on a little
bed table right at my head. 1t pre-
teasingly.
1T il. 1 suppose. perfectly conven-
tional." said Miss Turner, hesitatingly.
but I don't quite like the idea of your
being In bed. l. barefooted and other
wise en- d%eshabille. n at the same
time planning further indiscretions, so
hope that at 10 O'Clock we will at least
be clothed ! n our RICH. minds"
yelled an inconsiderate conductor. and
thereby calling to earth the two trav-
eiers.
oh, l say Belle" said Mr.. Waller.
"Eh?" answered that young lady
with an astonished and rebuking
glance.
Well. ! simply. must call you Belle
at least today" continued Ashby,
for on this trip we are to be cousins.
you know. Discretion and Mime. Grun-
dy both demand that"
"Eh?' again stammered Belle. as
though that exclamation. alone consti-
tuted her entire vocabulary.
Well. you see. little girl, it's this
way. you know. The men on my yacht
may not appreciate what very discreet,
innocent people we really are and
might wonder why my wife is not
along"
Your WHAT"
my wife," answered Ashby, una