The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. I suspect he has been at work upon those he has on. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. ‘What Gerald wants with you has me beat.
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