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- sation for another ten minutes, and then Laurie,
suddenly realizing that it was alarmingly close to dinner-time, winked meaningly at Mrs. Deane, said good night, and bolted. This time he made no attempt to avoid Bob Starling. Bob, however, was not in sight as Laurie sped by the big house.
"I'll telephone him to come over after dinner," reflected Laurie. "I sort of promised to let him in on it. Besides, I'll bet it costs a lot to telegraph to Iowa!"
