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about it, Betty; did Jack Huxley treat you this
afternoon?" Doris was very courteous in her
manner at this question.

"Yes, Dory. That was all there was of it.
And Papa met him, you know -- so he feels
facetious about it. Isn't that so, _mon_cher_
_papa?"_"  ""

"She's talking French now," groaned Dick.
"There must be something in it!"

"Don't be silly, Dick," said Betty. "If you'll all have
some sense -- I don't mean my respected parents,
but you -- you monkeys, Dick and Doris--"

"And me," put in Amy Lou. Is that the
name of Betty's boy friend, Doris?"

"Now, Father, see what you've done!"

"Betty, I apologize," said Mr. Lee with a
wave of his carving knife. "I was just in fun,
Amy Lou. Is that the way you like your potato,
with a valley in it full of gravy?"

Amy Louise gravely nodded, while Mr. Lee
heaped Dick's plate next. Whether Dick had
had any lunch or cookies from the jar or not,
it would make no difference in his appetite for
dinner. Betty was the last served and while
she waited she gave a rather brief but satisfac-
tory account of her little "lark," as she called
it.


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