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His wit
was not of a nimble order. He turned to the door again and suddenly a
low ejaculation parted his lips.
"There's that girl again!"
Milt Baker screwed his neck around for a look. "See who's come!" he
cackled. "I bet it's one o' them moving picture actresses."
Lawford cast on the ribald Milt a somewhat angry glance. Yet he did not
speak again for a moment.
"Tidy craft," grunted Cap'n Joab, eying the young woman who was
approaching the store along the white road.
"I saw her get out of Noah's ark when he landed at the post-office this
noon," Lawford explained to Cap'n Joab. "She looks like a nice girl."
"Trim as a yacht," declared the old man admiringly.
She was plainly city bred--and city gowned--and she carried her light
traveling bag by a strap over her shoulder. Her trim shoes were dusty
from her walk and her face was pink under her wide hat brim.
Lawford stepped out upon the porch. His gaze was glued again to this
vision of young womanhood; but as he stood at one side she did not appear
to see him as she mounted the steps.


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