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“Sit down,” she said sternly.

Corcoran sat down.

“What do you mean by giving us such a good time?”

“Oh, drop it, Hallie!” said her father impatiently. He turned to Corcoran: “Did I give you any authority to lay out twelve thousand dollars in six weeks? Did I?”

“You’re going to Italy with us,” interrupted Hallie reassuringly. “We—”

“Will you be quiet?” exploded Bushmill. “It may be funny to you, but I don’t like to make bad bets, and I’m pretty sore.”

“What nonsense!” remarked Hallie cheerfully. “Why, you were laughing a minute ago!”

“Laughing! You mean at that idiotic account book? Who wouldn’t laugh? Four titles at five hundred francs a head! One baptismal font to American Church for presence of clergyman at tea. It’s like the log book of a lunatic asylum!”

“Never mind,” said Hallie. “You can charge the baptismal font off your income tax.”

“That’s consoling,” said her father grimly. “Nevertheless, this young man will spend no more of my money for me.”

“But he’s still a wonderful guide. He knows everything—don’t you? All about the monuments and catacombs and the Battle of Waterloo.”