_Which I did not_.
Dear Dairy, _he will do it_. At first he did not
understand, and looked astounded. But when I told him of Carter
being in the advertizing busness, and father owning a large
mill, and that there would be reporters and so on, he became
thoughtfull.
"It's realy incredably clever," he said. "And if it's
pulled off right it ought to be a Stampede. But I'd like to see
Mr. Brooks. We can't have it fail, you know." He leaned over the
table. "It's straight goods, is it, Miss er--Barbara? There's
nothing foney about it?"
"Foney!" I said, drawing back. "Certainly not."
He kept on leaning over the table.
"I wonder," he said, "what makes you so interested in the
Play?"
Oh, Dairy, Dairy!
And just then I looked up, and the Adventuress was staring
in the door at me with the _meanest_ look on her face.
I draw a Veil over the remainder of our happy hour. Suffice
it to say that he considers me exactly the tipe he finds most
atractive, and that he does not consider my noze to short. We
had a long dispute about this. He thinks I am wrong and says I
am not an acquiline tipe.
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