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His companion refused to mow\ standing entranced before the ma chine of her dreams. What Tunsley's awakened fears had dreaded soon happened. The exhibit in question was from his home city and the man In charge knew him and spied him. He descended on the unhappy victim with outstretched hand. "Hello, John, old man!" he cried, gayly. Then he glanced at his companion.
"My sister, Mrs. Urgrum-m-m, Mr. Mummsmm," muttered Tunsley
"I am very glad to meet you," said the man In charge, impressively. He was a good-looking man and there was a surprised twinkle in his left eye which Infuriated Tunsley. He continued to smile on Tunsley's wife's brother's wife. "I'm glad," he said, "that John told ine you arejils .sister! I didn't know he had a sister" in Chicago! It's lucky, because I'm a friend of Mrs. Tunsley's and I was going to run straight to her when I got home and tell her how shockingly John acts when he gets away from home! Ha! Ha! Good joke!"
"Har! Har!" barked Tunsley, hollowly, his face crimson. Somehow he had the awful suspicion that the man In charge doubted his word. But his wife's brother's wife only laughed with tho man and offered no soothing word of explanation. She seemed to regard It as a joke and Tunsley felt cold prickles creeping up his spine. If only his wife's brother's wife had had the common sense to be ten years older or to have boles in her gloves or to talk about getting home to the children!
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