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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
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THE MIDNIGHT TEA-PARTY
letter which I received from Mama is, indeed, putting it mildly, a thing I have always endeavored to do, even when most perturbed. Even when a baby, I would scream and scratch my nurse's face in the mildest manner possible. As you would never in the world guess the extraordinary nature of that letter, I will tell you the substance, which was — even yet I feel a thrill of amazement and staggering surprise, to say nothing of thunderstruckness and knock-me-down-witha-featherness, and other forms of shock too numerous to mention — that if I did not behave myself at school I was to be expelled, and in that event, she, Mama, would be forced, in order to bring to the problem of my management the solution of a strong, controlling hand, to get married again ! Furthermore, that a gentleman had already asked for her hand, and that on my actions the nature of her reply to him depended largely.
With that sure instinct I have already mentioned, I saw at once that in my absence, deprived of my sup
porting strength and guiding hand, poor Mama had fallen a victim to the wiles of a designing man — with as much certainty as tho I had been present, I knew that this base plotter had dictated that letter, and I determined, with the promptness and firmness characteristic of me, that the villain should be foiled. Thus we have arrived at the scene described in my opening paragraph. Suiting my actions to my thoughts, I hastily packed my suitcase, stole quietly from the buildings and grounds over which Miss Sharpe held despotic sway, made my way to the railway station, and was soon speeding on my mission of deliverance and revenge. I intended to deliver Mama, you know, and wreak revenge on the presuming man. At last I reached my native village — it isn't a village, really, but a city, and I was not born there, but avengers always at least reach their native villages, their blood aboil. Possibly my blood would have been boiling, only I stopped at the drug-store and had two ice-cream sodas — one strawberry and one chocolate, before mak