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An' oh, say, Geoff--she's dead set on findin' out how I met you an'--an'
where."
"Very naturally!" murmured Ravenslee.
"An' we must tell her something--but what?"
"Spike, you've forgotten the mustard! And as for--er--lying to your
sister, let our motto be 'sufficient unto the day.' Our present need
is mustard, Spike."
"Say, this sure is goin' t' be some supper, Geoff!" said Spike, setting
on the mustard and gazing at the array of edibles with shining eyes.
"Gee, I could eat cold turkey all night!"
"Have we everything ready, Spike?"
"Except butter, Geoff."
"Ha! the one thing I forgot, of course! Cut off and get some like the
good fellow you are!" and Ravenslee flicked a bill into Spike's hand,
who, seizing his cap, promptly vanished. Being alone, Ravenslee crossed
to the sideboard, and taking thence a certain photograph, seated himself
in the easy-chair and fell to studying it with deep and grave attention.
And sitting thus, he let fancy run riot--and fancy was singularly
pleasing to judge by the glow in his eyes and the tender smile that
curved his lip.


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