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No, Kathie, I don't believe you care one bit; I really don't, ' said Neville reproachfully. Kathie was seated as she loved to be-on the edge of a rather high table. Her skirts were short and her legs were long; from her present elevation she could swing the latter about delightfully. She gave them an extra energetic fling before she replied to her brother, and then, trying her best to look concerned and distressed, and only succeeding in giving to her funny little face an expression of comical demureness, she turned to Neville,