. The Saturday evening post. y, whenyou wants to come down you raise yo lefthand! An when that areoplane stahtedup, that was all she remembered. An,Pluvius—I soht of suspicions that sheraised that left hand! The left hand, Plu-vius—the left hand! An don you neverfogit that it was my idea! It was five minutes later that Butterflystruggled to consciousness. She sensed theornate trimmings of the hearse. She knewthat it was a hearse. She closed her eyesagain contentedly. Ise daid! Keefe spoke soothingly. No, sweet-ness, you aint daid! The eyes again fluttered open and cameto rest on Keefes face. A

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. The Saturday evening post. y, whenyou wants to come down you raise yo lefthand! An when that areoplane stahtedup, that was all she remembered. An,Pluvius—I soht of suspicions that sheraised that left hand! The left hand, Plu-vius—the left hand! An don you neverfogit that it was my idea! It was five minutes later that Butterflystruggled to consciousness. She sensed theornate trimmings of the hearse. She knewthat it was a hearse. She closed her eyesagain contentedly. Ise daid! Keefe spoke soothingly. No, sweet-ness, you aint daid! The eyes again fluttered open and cameto rest on Keefes face. Aint this myfunral? No, darlin. You is safe with takin you —I is alive? Yeh, honey; you is alive. Keefechoked. Sweetness?Huh? I—I loves you a you, Keefe?Uh-huh! I—I wishes you would makemaiage with does?Uh-huh. Then why you don kiss me, Keefe? And so Keefe Gaines impressed upon herupturned lips the betrothal kiss. Then hesighed beatifically. Hot dam! he said ecstatically. *Someclass!.

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