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A SOCIAL METEOR. 50 distressed. He rushed right out after some flow- ers to send you.” “That was very nice of him,” said Georgie. “I shall have to write him a pretty little note when they come.” “He’s about as big a conquest as you’ve ever made, isn’t he?” asked Ray, suddenly, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle in her skirt. The color rose to Georgie’s cheek as she an- swered, a little coldly: “What nonsense, Ray! A man whom I’ve known only a few weeks. Be sensible.” “T am sensible; enough so, at any rate, to be- lieve that he’s decidedly smitten with you,” re- torted Ray, “and that you’ve only to play your cards right to have him at your feet.” But Georgie had turned her face to the wall and disdained to reply. Just then a knock came at the door and the flowers were handed in. Glad of an occupation, Ray untied the box and proceeded to arrange them in a bunch. | “He’s the biggest catch in town,” she resumed, “and a man any woman might be proud to march up to the altar with. Why, half the girls here ~ would jump down his throat at a word of encour- CONNIE OOOKS (E@)