likestories?"
"What kind of story?"
"You'd have to be the judge of that."
Suddenly Barbara was with them, pinning on a bronze and green blossom."C'mon along, dear. We've got a good many things to do before weleave."
He opened the golden wicket for her and followed her out. Turning backtoward the desk, he called to the girl, "I may be back in a few weeksto see about a job. Remind me then to tell you the one about theMartian, the Venusian and the robot."
--BETSY CURTIS
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