stops me. "Gale," she says, "do you want me to stay here?"
"I'll say so!" I says.
"Then tear that paper up without reading it—instantly!"
I had it tore before the last word left her beautiful mouth, Say, ain't girls funny? Why did she write in her name if she didn't want me to see it? While she was in the act of doing it, I seen her write down "Judy Willcox" on her pad, right after "I am wildly in love with a certain party by the name of—" I didn't study shorthand at that business school for nothing, or write Judy's name in that language eight hundred times without knowing what the shorthand marks is for it, when we made 'em up ourselves!
