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Spiked" with gin was making he giddy and sleepy at the same time
 Wait a minute" she said t him, as she swayed gently to he feet, I'm going into Monica, dressing room to powder my nose. What she wanted to do was t fling wide the window of the stuff. little room, and put her head out side for q moment-just until 1 stopped going around, around - | around.
 Monica was in the living room with Gus when she came back some ten minutes later She was stand. ing beside him in front of the fire and Robbie got the impression that she had just kissed him. Hel hand seemed just to have left his shoulder. Even through her dizzi. ness and faintness, Robbie feo sure that Monica had been making love to him in her bold cheerful way.
 She asked him about it on the way home, and he laughed all called her a jealous little fool.
 There was a light burning in the upper hall of the house when she got home, and Mrs. Mangan called out to her from her bedroom as she opened her own door;
 There's a special delivery let ter on your dresser"
 She came to the door of the room little while afterward to make sure that Robbie had found it.
 Robbie was sitting on the edge of the bed holding it In her hand, but she was not reading it. She was swaying back and forth and moaning with helpless laughter.
 T c-c-can't see the silly words, Mig Mangan." she said thickly. T was all right when I was out in the fresh air, but now my eyes are going around like pin wheels. l can't read what Andy's written, at all"
 Mrs. Mangan, queer figure in flannel nightgown and slippers, stood in the doorway shaking her head and muttering things about wild crowds and silly young girls.'
 The last thing Robbie emem- bered was Mrs. Mangan he ping her get into bed. And the first thing she saw the next morning, when she opened her eyes at eleven o'clock, was Ardy's letter still clutched in one of her hands where she had held it all night.
 It was the same kind of letter that Andy always wrote-a plea to come home to him and get married like a sensible human being.
 Robbie raised her eyes from the letter to his photograph standing on the dresser across the room.
 Sorry, Andy" she said 10 him, in her heart, but if I ever marry anybody it'll be a blue-eyed movie director named Gus
 Gus-what q terrible narlc for so wonderful person. thought Robbie, lying snug and dresmily gazing out of the window at the palm trees and the sunny Cali fornia sky.
 That very afternoon, Robbie had call from Magnifca through the central casting office.
 She was to bring a bathing suit, and report for work the next morn- ing for Roy Schultz's new picture, You Should Worry"
 I'm getting up in the world I'm a bathing beauty now" she said to Mrs. Mangan, as the two of them had toast and tea at the kitchen table at five that after noon.
 She was as happy as lark, be- cause she thought the call had come from Gus MacCloud.
 Hes making good his promise to help me get along,' she told herself that night, when she set tied down for a long deep beauty sleep. The thought warmed the cookies of her heart.
 But the next morning when she walked on the set in her bathing suit, he stared at her in utter as- tonishment
 Well, for cats sake! How do you get into this pcture?" he asked. Roy send for you, or what?"
 Bobbie's heart sank. It wasn't he who had sent for her then!
 But she merely shrugged one of