You know—I worship you. The trio finally arrived home at 3:48 in the morning, and she saw lights that indicated the awareness of some of the nosier Beck neighbors. He would certainly welcome McClintock's advent. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. ‘I’ll get the key,’ said Roding, turning abruptly. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations.
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