mind to offer you a part in one of my pictures—laugh that off!"
This time two of the girls with weak hearts got up and left the board!
"Oh, daddy, you're so good to me!" I laughed, in Hazel's best manner. "I won't dine with you, but I'll tell you what I will do—in the interests of better-phone service for the other guests, who are already squawking, you've got to go away from here! Run along and, I'll let you call on me next Sunday afternoon. Bring your own cake!"
"Fine!" says Mr. Daft. "That's a good thought and I look forward to spending a most delightful Sunday!"
"That's entirely up to you," I says. "Goo'-by, see you all of a sudden!"
I knew Hazel was going to be home on Sunday and I knew I was going to be out! Hazel's my chum and even though Mr. Daft hadn't mentioned her name once, she saw him first and I wanted her to have every chance. It's a hobby of mine to play the game. We girls can be the square sex as well as the fair and only a poor and consistent loser of the male sex will sneer at that statement.
When I told Hazel that evening about meeting Mr. Daft she immediately got so excited as the word itself. Really, she hurled questions at me for an hour, but!
