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BOBBIE, GENERAL MANAGER
the window ready for bed, her long hair braided, and a knitted worsted shawl wrapped around her white shoulders.
"Well, Ruth, it's half-past two," I said.
"Bob's coming at nine o'clock, before his first recitation," remarked Ruth dreamily. "That's six hours, isn't it?"
"And a half," I smiled.
"Oh, Lucy," suddenly exclaimed Ruth, standing up before me, "I'm terribly happy!"
"Are you? Well, so am I!" I replied.
"It just seems as if I'd have to open a window and let off steam somehow!" said Ruth.
"Well, let's!" said I.
THE END
