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"Do you not think I would be justified in a
false statement under the circumstances?"

"Oh, Papa, you just want to get up an argu-
ment! I know you! No, I think you could have
handled it some way and I don't believe you told
a story."

"Right. Go to the head of the class in di-
plomacy or whatever it is. No, I have not heard
from Ramon, but I heard from some one who
has seen him and Ramon sent us a message,
from Detroit, my dear, and he was leaving
there. In fact, he was at the station when my
friend met him. Now are you satisfied?"

"No," said Betty, grinning and drawing her
father's arm still farther over her shoulder. "I
want to know what the message was and why
you haven't given it before."

"The message was his regards, and I merely
forgot all about it."

"One thing, Father, I wondered about. You
said Ramon did not give a house address."

"It was not a house address, Betty. If you
will look up the letter I will show you. I'm
pretty sure that was his business address. Does
anybody love me?"

"I'll say," slangily answered Betty Lee, jun-
ior, offering a warm embrace.



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