to show you. Don't let me forget it. I brought
it along so Doris or Dick wouldn't get hold of
it. I'm always forgetting and leaving things
about and I can't blame Dodie for looking at
them and asking questions. But you do hate
to have _everything_ talked over in the family! I
really suppose you'll have grounds for thinking
that I'm not in good taste to show it to you;
but I have to talk it over with somebody!”

“How flattering that you choose me!” mis-
chievously remarked Carolyn.

“Shush! You know I always tell you things
that I can tell anybody.”

“I'm consumed with curiosity. What can it
be?”

“Do you remember the Don?”

“Oh, yes. You had him at your house one
Thanksgiving -- our freshman year. Your father
had invited him or something.”

“Yes. You know that he just disappeared
suddenly and nobody knew what had become of
him after school was out. He was supposed to
be going on with his education and he was such
a wonder all year in athletics. Father missed
him from the garage, where he worked and in-
quired, but never heard. He had intended to

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