"Not lately," I said. "I--wasn't there a Noise or
somthing?"
"There was," he said. "Quite a racket. You're a sound
sleeper. Well, turn over and settle down. I don't want my little
girl to lose her Beauty Sleep."
He then went over to the lamp and said:
"By the way, Bab, I don't mind you're sleeping in my golf
cap, but put it back in the morning because I hate to have to
hunt my things all over the place."
I had forgoten to take off his cap!
Ah, well, it was all over, although he said nothing more,
and went out. But the next morning, after a terrable night, when
I realized that Leila had been about to get married and I had
ruined everything, I found a note from him under my door.
_Dear Bab_: After thinking things over, I think you and I
would better say nothing about last night's mystery. But suppose
you bring your car to meet me tonight at the station, and we
will take a ride, avoiding milk wagons if possible. You might
bring your check book, too, and the revolver, which we had
better bury in some quiet spot.
FATHER.
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