The Ladies' home journal . egan grinned. Sort of an amateur ichthyologist, I study fish. You are in the right place. B. B. Bunting said have more species of fish, poor and untrapped, in this townthan you will find in the oceans. Everybod> here is crazy—ordidnt you know? I guessed. Regan said. When do I meet her? Right smack dab now. B. B. Bunting said. I think I sawthe lady wander into the bar. Come with me. Regan followed B. B. Bunting across the lobby to the into the bar and down the aisle between tables of talking,laughing people and waitresses running wil

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The Ladies' home journal . egan grinned. Sort of an amateur ichthyologist, I study fish. You are in the right place. B. B. Bunting said have more species of fish, poor and untrapped, in this townthan you will find in the oceans. Everybod> here is crazy—ordidnt you know? I guessed. Regan said. When do I meet her? Right smack dab now. B. B. Bunting said. I think I sawthe lady wander into the bar. Come with me. Regan followed B. B. Bunting across the lobby to the into the bar and down the aisle between tables of talking,laughing people and waitresses running wildly with trays offood and drink. Ha, B. B. Bunting said. Ho. and plunged between twolarge tables to a larger table completely buried beneath as-sorted elbows and arms and heads. Sally, B. B. Bunting want you to meet someone. Regan stood quietly behind B. B. Bunting and saw her lookup from the table and smile broadly (Coniinucd on Page 121) I L I. I S T K t T K l> B T C O B Y « H I T M O R F, 31 \iy^JTyp^P^ / ^. %-, ?v?- ^ X »«

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