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WEDNESDAY, APRIL; ABBIE AN' SLATS

22, 1942

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

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Week-End

By Edmund Fancott

THE STORY: guests are en route te Ferdy Lortom’s country place near Montreal. In one are

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the three Macks: Myra, a stenographer; |

Michael, a soldier, and Peggy, their 17-year-old sister.

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ful Fav Ransom and Lieut. Nigel Monk- |

house, who has seen Fay once before and mow is suffering from tongue-tied adoration.

CHAPTER SIX TO COMPENSATE for his awkwardness, Nigel concern for would allow, and that than he realized. After leaving Montreal the car sped through the farmlands and] villages of the plain beyond the is-| nd. Beyond St. Jerome they | turned from the main highway and soon were plunging along a little known road climbing up into the hills through cuttings and long| lanes of trees. All the time they] climbed. i Nigel became uncertain of their! gestination. He consulted a rough map drawn on paper with an air of doubt. You

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Then he stopped and his voice took on a note of relief. “Well if it isn't you. “Is it?” Myra Mack Michael and his younger straightened and turned expectantly toward the other car. There was an awkward moment in which everyone looked at everyone else without quite knowing where introductions should begin. “Well,” said Myra. “To think of meeting you! Miss Ransom, my gister . * She cleared the introductory hurdles as Peggy gave forth with a low whistle and an audible comment. “My!” she murmured, gazing at the other car and the other girl “What a swell outfit!” She included

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the convertible, Fay Ransom and |

her escort in the expressive state-| ment. Fay looked cool and dewily| beautiful in blue linen, her hair] gleaming copper gold in the sun and blowing free. | Peggy, on the other hand, looked decidedly hot. grimed {rom helping her brother and she had forgotten that she had] wiped the heat from her face with| dirty fingers. It didn't seem to bother her. With engaging frankness she was staring at Nigel Monkhouse, obviously wondering how much he was involved with this beautiful piece of nature's] handiwork and whether it would be fun or hard work to try and pry him loose. i Michael, just hot and soiled as] his sister, was also staring at Fay with a startled look in his eyes. Myra was the only one who was] as cool and collected as Fay Ransom. “Want any jumping out. | “Were almost through,” saidj Michael Mack. “Practically set to

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style. O. K. folks, let's go.” The car drew away from Myra,

lize. Nigel Monkhouse was even more uncomfortable, but Peggy was blissfully happy. This, she decided, was fun. = = 5 FERDY'S aunt was weeding a flower bed in front of the wide veranda when the sleek coupe drove up. Ferdy lifted himself from a lazy chair and joined her. Both of them stared as they saw the strange contrast in the car, the extremely attractive girl in the seat and the strange apparition in the rumble. “Well!” exclaimed his aunt. do see some strange things.” Ferdy grinned with his usual calm. He guessed the streaked, zamin face in the rumble belonged to Myra’s sister, and probably had a normal explanation. The car drew to a stop. Impulsively, before the car door could open, Peggy Mack was down on the ground with a brilliantly white smile breaking across her smudged face. “You're Peggy Mack,” said Ferdy. “Yes,” smiled Peggy with a pleased air, holding out grimy her

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guests turned out well. There was just time for a swim before dinner {and the whole party drifted down & pine-needled path through the cool woods to the lake below Ferdy's cottage The men stared with appreciative eves as Peggy and Fay came out of the boathouse and out to the wharf. Myra whispered to her sister in ominous tones: “Where in the name of decency did you get those two pieces of string you've wrapped around yourself?” Peggy grinned like a pleased child. “Straight from Vogue,” she replied. “Wait until your father sees you!” “He won't,” laughed Peggy. Then she walked onto the wharf, lithe and lovely as a native princess. Which was what she felt like. Fay, in contrast, was comparatively modest in white lastex,

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