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stair, where she had been, she's not there. I don't think she heard a word of that nice stuff of mine! I didn't like that.
Jon and Dave came a little later, as happy as a pair of June bugs, Dave, really on Jon's back, with a string of fish as long as your arm. What do you think of that! Dave on Jon's back! I wonder how far Jon'd carried him? Why, Dave had caught up and was as big as Jon now!
Of course, the first thing they asked for was Evelyn, and I told them about her being in town and the new clothes. But not about the soldiers nor Penelope.
"Now, I expect," whines Dave, "we'll see her about once a week—all on account of clothes."
"Davy," says I, "a woman and clothes means the same thing."
But Dave, he sings up to her window:
"'Oh, tell me where my Eva's gone!'"
And Evelyn throws open the window and
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