listed for her, and she was being tutored by a schoolteacher with blue
goggles and a weak heart who lived at the same resort. Why grow up a
boob, wrote the philosophic mayme, when the lil old world is full of
wise guys just aking to spill their wiseness.
Contemporaneously the weeping scion of wealth was writing back his views
on life and the emptiness thereof, in better orthography, but with
distinctly less of spirit.
It appears, reported the little red doctor, that every man in his own
company has licked our young friend and now the other companies of the