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had this month IN Radio about
her?"
Elanda feigned indifference. Then
the phone rang. She got up with
a mysterious little smile.
"Oh, hello, Lord pusenberry. It's
darling Of you to ask me- But I
really can't. I'm terribly sorry. I
have another engagement. Oh.
now I know I'm wonderful-but
I'm not that wonderful.
Then she laughed. And a little
later:
call me tomorrow. Surely I'll
have dinner with you. Love it. Oh.
you're taking my breath. =. Bye
bye"
She hung up with a little shrug.
THAT was Lord Percival Dusen-
berry. He's giving me quite a rush.
Carmel introduced me to him."
Suwanee grinned.
docs he look anything Ike his
name would indicate-Percy Dusen-
berry? Spats. monocle, weak NOUS
tache, skinny"
"Oh," Elanda shifted a trifle con-
t~emptuosly, Il didn't expect you to
understand my knowing a nfsn like
that"
Suwanee grinned again.
mo offense, sweetness. But that Is
a funny name. I don't blame his
highness for falling at your pretty
little tootsies. I'm ga-ga myself.
I've written a song about YOU"
"One OF your jazz things I sup
pose" Elanda picked up the paper
again.
You Just bet your life" he was
unperturbed- "A jazz ballad. I'm
going to make money with II. Don't
forget this thing, Eianda. there
are thousands Of musicians in the
world starving today because they
won't come down to earth. II you
think I'm ashamed Of making q liv-
ing at the sacrifice OF what you call
Art. you're on the wrong track"
When she didn't answer. merely
shrugged and went on reading, he
laughed.
"All right. prima donna. Give me
the ozone. But I'm going to sing
~ 1Or YOU, nevertheless.
He went to the piano.
The masterpiece which I am
about TO render for your approval
IS entitled: My Snootie Cutie"
Elanda raised her eyebrows dis
painfully.
Sounds like a ukulele title. And
did you say Il was written for me?
I presume then / am the 'snooty
cutie"
You are" he grinned, looking
handsome-and she did want TO
laugh, but really she didn't dare.
It wouldn't be dignified.
He threw back his head as though
he were shaking the long locks Of
a Paderewski out OF his eyes and
ran his hands over the keys drama
tlcally. Elanda stifled. with great
difficulty, the grin that threatened
to force itself into being. She pre-
tended to hold the paper up and
not watch him. But corner Of
her eye saw.
He vamped q few chords.
II lust have the chorus written.
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Z Now:
Why don't you take off that high
hat,
And be yourself. my beauty?
There's no use acting cold Ike that,
Snooty little cutie"
Elanda stopped him with q howl
"Oh, YOU darn fooll You don't
expect to sell that rot do you?"
He tried TO look hurt-but there
was a twinkle in his eye and ne
couldn't help %grinning.
We'll. I suppose 1t could do with a
bit Of fixing up. But the idea Is
there. That's what counts. III do
it over the air soon.'
ElanC> had warmed up delight
fully and seemed in a mood for an
| afternoon when the doorbell rang.
That must be Greg" she Jumped
20 90 to the door.
Suwanee's afternoon was ruined.
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