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"As though anybody could get a yellow pup when they whistle," said Nina
hopelessly.
"That's true," nodded Selwyn; "I'm the original old dog Tray. Whistle,
and I come padding up. Ever faithful, you see."
And he uncovered the transmitter and explained to Mrs. T. West Minster
his absurd delight at being whistled at. Then he sent for a cab and
sauntered into the dining-room, where he was received with undisguised
hostility.
"She's been civil to me," he said; "_jeunesse oblige_, you know. And
that's why I--"
"There'll be a lot of debutantes there! What do you want to go for, you
cradle robber!" protested Austin--"a lot of water-bibbing, olive-eating,
talcum-powdered debutantes--"
Eileen straightened up stiffly, and Selwyn's teasing smile and his
offered hand in adieu completed her indignation.
"Oh, good-bye! No, I won't shake hands. There's your cab, now. I wish
you'd take Austin, too; Nina and I are tired of dining with the
prematurely aged."
"Indeed, we are," said Mrs.


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