d-and-eighty-pound fairy with a
double chin turn kittenish? That was her.

"Why, Mr. Sullivan!" she gurgles, throwin' him a Julia Marlowe goo-goo
glance.

"Hello, Dimples!" says Buddy. "Oh, they were your rings, were they? Then
it's all right. I just borrowed 'em to scare sister into a cat fit and
make her open up--just for a josh, you know."

"Why, why!" says Mrs. Pell, lookin' twisted, "is Mrs. Dipworthy your
sister?"

"Sure," says Buddy. "But say, Dimples, you're the very girl I was
wanting to see most. I've got another sure thing, good as a title
guarantee, for the Croton stakes, and if you'll back it for me we'll
make a killing. How about it, eh?"

"Oh, you reckless boy," says Mrs. Pell, tapping him on the cheek. "But
you did give me such a lovely tip at the Aqueduct, and--and we'll see.
Come, I want to talk to you," and she put out a wing for him to take.

As they drifted down towards the terrace Buddy turns and gives us the
sassy wink over his shoulder.

"Looks like we'd lost our job, Sadie," says I.

"The silly old moss-agate!" says Sadie.

Then I goes down and reports to Pinckney, and puts in the rest of the
evenin' bein' introduced as the gent that set the Baron Patchouli up in
the shoe-string business. I felt like I'd opened up a jack-pot on a
four-flush, but Pinckney and the rest seemed to be having a good time,
so I stuck it out. In the morning Buddy goes along back to town with me.

"Say, professor," says he, pattin' a roll of twenties in his trousers
pocket, "I wouldn't pass this along to anyone else, but if you want to
connect with a hatful of easy coin, just plunge on Candy Boy."

"That's your beanery tip, is it?" says I. "Much obliged, Buddy, but I
guess after the bookies get all you and Mrs. Pell are goin' to throw at
'em they won't need mine."

* * * * *

See? It was up to me to push home a great moral lesson, and I done my
best. But what's the use? Next mornin' I takes up the paper and reads
how Candy Boy wins, heads apart.

CHAPTER X

But say, I guess Buddy'll work out all right. There's good stuff in him.
Anyways, I ain't losin' my eyesight, tryin' to follow his curves. And my
date book's been full lately. That's the way I like it. If you know how
to take things there's a whole lot of fun in just bein' alive; ain't
there? Now look at the buffo combination I've been up against.

First off I meets Jarvis--you know, Mr. Jarvis of Blenmont, wh