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"Bow to the prettiest, kneel to the wittiest and kiss the one you love the best". They all bowed to me until someone suggested I would be left out as it would always be me. I said: "But that is'nt fair" offended "Why I am not the prettiest "But you are" they all screamed "Oh of course you are" I had to agknowledge the compliment.

They tried several times into getting me to kiss them but failed.

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Finally they appealed to me for ghost stories, and I told all I knew and more for they forced me to make one up.

By the time we got into Newport it was dark, the lamps were lighted, and it made the stories seem worse than they really were. We left the fellows home, and each one said he had had a nice time in such as way as to mean it.

It was not until the last boy was left, that it suddenly