You're a real prince. You're a gentleman and a scholar, kid, I said.

I'm just about to start my work of replacing signs when an old Jeep Wagoneer, kind of a mungy brown, pulls up. Max is driving, with Sylvia in the passenger seat.

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[…] Minerva […] arrived with a huge armload of costumes, followed by Zilla and a couple more, all afoam with petticoats.