rf-pin and gazed languidly at the delicate garland
of forget-me-nots. Then he yawned and said:

"I'll tell you about her some day."

Snorky sat down on his best derby. "My aunt's cat's pants! Have I lived
to see it?"

"See what?" said Skippy loftily.

"You a fusser! Skippy Bedelle wearing a girl's pin! Fan me quick!"

"Just because I haven't boasted about my conquests--" said Skippy, and
he brought forth a little bundle carefully wrapped in a green bandana
handkerchief.

"What's that?" said Snorky faintly.

From beneath the protecting folds of the handkerchief appeared a white
satin frame with hand-painted violets rampant. Out of the violets gazed
an adoring pair of eyes.

"Is that her?" said Snorky.

"Lord, no! This is only Margot," said Skippy, who inhaled the fragrance
and offered the same opportunity to his chum. "Rather delicate, eh,
what?"

"Smells like patchouli," said Snorky, beginning to recover.

"Patchouli? Margot? Say, what kind of females do you play around with?
My girls drive their own four-in-hands and wear pearls for breakfast."

"Oh, ex-cuse me!" said Snorky with a mocking courtesy.

Skippy brought forth a second photograph and placed it on the bureau,
and then a third. Snorky, who had begun to sulk, feigned indifference
and proceeded to range _his_ trophies on the bureau.

"This'll cheer up the window seat a bit," said Skippy in the same casual
tone.

Snorky's head appeared above the trunk long enough to watch Skippy with
his arms full of pillows, lace and sweet-scented, scatter them with a
nonchalant gesture. But when, continuing his manoeuvres, Skippy in the
new revelation produced three banners emblazoned with the insignia of
feminine schools, Snorky capitulated to his curiosity and, advancing to
the bureau, stood in open-mouthed wonder.

"I'll be jiggswiggered! Holy cats and Aunt Jemima! I never would have
believed it!"

Skippy brought out a fan, spread it, and pinned it affectionately above
the photograph gallery.

"I guess that'll hold him," he said to himself. "Poor old Snorky! I hope
his heart is strong enough."

"Been doing quite a bit of fussing yourself," said Snorky with a new
respect. "Why didn't you ever tell a fellow?"

"I never discuss women," said Skippy, dusting off the fourth photograph.

"You must have gone the pace," said Snorky in wonder.

"Oh, I looked them over quite a bit."

"But, my lord, Skippy! You can't have loved all of them!"

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