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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Mr. Bingle"


"It isn't quite settled. A great deal depends on circumstances."
"Money?"
"In a way, yes."
"What does she say about it? Is she willing to wait eight or ten years
for you?"
"She says she will wait forever," said Flanders, a bit puzzled by the
new turn.
"Well, that's all right, then," said Frederick and to Richard's
amazement he squared his shoulders and heaved a long sigh, as of
relief. "Excuse me, please, I've got to hustle. Melissa--" He stopped
in painful confusion. It had been on the tip of his ingenuous tongue
to blurt out something that would have spoiled all that had gone
before. It had to do with Melissa's present whereabouts and her oft-
repeated claim that if Flanders kept Miss Fairweather waiting long
enough he'd lose her, sure as a shot!
An amazing thing happened to Frederick that evening, just before
bedtime. Miss Fairweather kissed him sweetly, not once but thrice,
full on the lips, and told him that he was the nicest little boy in
all the world.


CHAPTER XII
THE BIRTH OF NAPOLEON

Mr.


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