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ILLUSTRATIONS
BY MAY WILSON PRESTON
- "I AM A WRITER," I SAID IN A LOW, EARNEST TONE. "NO!
HOW—HOW AMAZING!" . . . . . . . . Frontispiece - FATHER AND MY SISTER LEILA MET ME AT THE STATION . 18
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"NOW," HE SAID, "I WISH YOU WOULD TELL ME SOME
GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULD NOT HAND YOU OVER TO THE
POLICE." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 68 - AT DAYLIGHT I OPENED THE CLOSET DOOR AND DREW A
BREATH OF FRESH AIR. SHE WAS ASLEEP WITH HER HAIR
IN PATENT WAVERS. YE GODS! . . . . . 142 - "I-I WANT SOME MONEY-THERE ARE MANY THINGS BUT
THE MONEY COMES FIRST .. . . . . . . . . . 168 - HE THUMPED HIMSELF ON THE CHEST. "A HUNDRED AND
EIGHTY POUNDS," HE OBSERVED, "JUST INTENDED FOR
LITTLE DAUGHTERS TO FALL BACK ON WHEN OTHER THINGS
FAIL." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .178 - DID I OR DID I NOT SEE HIS FACE SET INTO LINES OF ONE
WHO HAD LITTLE OR NO RESPECT FOR THE FLAG? . . . 294 - "MADAME, IF YOU PUT EGGS ABOVE THE STARS AND STRIPES
YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A TRAITOR .... . . . . . . 302
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