XXVIII
WHERE OUR CLUB MET
WELL, that's what I told the boys—that she got sick working on her wedding things, and her hair fell out so's I had to cut it off for her to save it.
"What's that?" says Dave, nearly breaking me in two.
"She's going to be married," says I. "If it's not to either or both of you boys you'd better be looking after your property."
Jon, you remember his idea about it, he understood, and smiled and nodded, like he knew all about it from the first. But Dave was puzzled a bit.
"I expect I better go and congratulate myself," he says. "It may be one of the things daddy thinks funny. And yet it may be a wed-
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