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“And so you’re going home?” asked Amanthis sympathetically.

“No mamm. I got an idea.” His blue eyes looked closely at her. “Has that barber been around here—with hair on his sleeves?”

“No. He’s—he’s gone away.”

“Well, then, first thing is I want to leave this car of mine here with you. It ain’t the right color for a taxi. To pay for its keep I’d like to have you drive it just as much as you want. Long as you got a hammer an’ nails with you there ain’t much bad that can happen——”

“I’ll take care of it,” interrupted Amanthis, “but where are you going?”

“Southampton. It’s one of the swellest places they got up here, so that’s where I’m going.”

She sat up in amazement.

“What are you going to do there?”

“Listen.” He leaned toward her confidentially. “Were you serious about wanting to be a New York society girl?”

“Deadly serious.”

“That’s all I wanted to know,” he said inscrutably. “You just wait here on this porch a couple of weeks and—and sleep. And if any barbers come to see you with hair on their sleeves you tell ’em you’re too sleepy to see ’em.”