"Stop before it is
too late!" Glass held his hungry employer at a distance, striving
to make known by a wink the necessity of his act.
"There is absolutely nothing in my cake to injure any one," Helen
objected loyally, with lifted chin; whereupon the corpulent
trainer turned to her and said:
"Cake would crab any athlete. Cake and gals is the limit."
"Really! I had no idea I was the least bit dangerous." Miss
Blake, turning to her host, smiled frigidly. "I'm so sorry I
intruded."
"Now don't say that!" Speed strove to detain her. "Please don't
be offended--I just _have_ to train!"
"Of course. And will you pardon me for interrupting your routine?
You see, I had no idea I wasn't wanted."
"But you are, and I _do_ want you! I--"
"Good-bye!" She nodded pleasantly at the door, and left her lover
staring after her.
When she had gone, he cried, in a trembling voice: "You're a fine
yap, you are! She got up early to do something nice for me, and
you insulted her! You wouldn't even let me sit and hold her
hand!"
"No palm-readin'.
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