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A SOCIAL METEOR. 201 me the next time I called, and she’d be quite right, too.” “I would see about that,” replied Georgie. “This is my house, you must remember, and I say you'll always be welcome, particularly next Monday at three o’clock.” “You'd show much more sense, Georgie, if you'd give up this absurd notion and spend that afternoon with Grant. He’s dead spoons on you, and he’s worth a score of Jack Nelsons.” She flushed slightly. | “I prefer to go with you,” she answered, coldly, “so don’t say anything more about it, please. Besides, although Lee Grant is, of course, very pleasant, I’ve no reason to believe he’s any more sincere than—the other ?” On Monday, when he came for her he found her waiting impatiently for him. “You're late,” she cried, running out into the hall to meet him, “and now we can only take the 3:30 train. Make haste, we’ve no time to lose. I told auntie I was going out to dine with you, so it’s all right.” “Before we start, Georgie, I wish you would tell me what you want of this woman. I’m so atraid you'll get in trouble with her,” he began afresh, Gomichbooks (EO)