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"I had a notion that girls called Wilhelmina were sometimes Billie to their friends." "I never call her anything but Wilhelmina. But I really cannot talk about it. The recollection tortures me." "That's just what you want. It's the counter-irritation principle. Persevere and you'll soon forget that you're on board ship at all." "There's something in that," admitted Eustace reflectively.
However, for the sake of peace he seated himself in one of the broad armed chairs. "Isn't it train time yet?" asked Billie, as she had asked many times during the last fifteen minutes. "Here," said Chet, handing over his watch, "take this and keep looking at it. My voice is getting hoarse saying 'no." "But I don't see why we can't go down to the station anyway," argued Billie.
Mortimer had engaged Sir Mallaby in a discussion on the recent case of Ouseley v. Ouseley, Figg, Mountjoy, Moseby-Smith and others, which though too complicated to explain here, presented points of considerable interest to the legal mind. To the east, Mr. Bennett was relating to Bream the more striking of his recent symptoms. Billie felt constrained to make at least an attempt at conversation.
So far they had been unable to find a chauffeur, and Mr. Campbell himself had gone over all the machinery and put it in order. Billie cranked up, and, jumping into her old accustomed place, guided the motor car into the open. Komatsu came at a run from around the side of the house. He was so amazed at sight of Billie in the chauffeur's seat that he could not conceal his feelings.
If we pick out one with branches close together I'm sure he could get up it. We can help him, and he can take hold of some limbs in his bill, like a parrot takes hold of the wires in his cage." "Fine!" cried Billie. "Will you do it, Jimmie?" "Sure," answered the little boy duck, but he didn't know what was going to happen, or, maybe, he wouldn't have tried to climb up.
"There ain't enough babies around a mining camp to make you forget any one of 'em, and you couldn't rightly forget Billie if you tried. Fat and curly-headed she was, and the spunkiest little critter you ever see, always falling down hard and scrambling up again by herself and laughing to beat four of a kind.
"Papa always does the right thing," Billie announced presently. "I'm glad he did it now. I was a little hurt at first, of course. But I understand perfectly what his reasons were. Everybody will be looking out for a red motor car that runs over people and they'll never recognize the 'Comet' It's just as if he wore a disguise."
"Why the nuts you squirrels eat grow in the woods." "Yes, but there are no nuts now," spoke the squirrel boy. "They only come in the Fall." "Well, come, scamper along, anyhow," invited Uncle Wiggily. "Who knows what may happen? It may even be an adventure. Come along, Billie." So, though he did not care much about it, Billie went.
"She is a princess," she thought wistfully. "And beautiful and good." The stranger also was watching Phoebe. His face worked with emotion and he said something in German in a low voice. "And her father?" he asked suddenly. "Where is he?" "At the cabin," answered Billie.
"We must keep a watch in this room to-night. Whoever put the box here may return." "Right!" from Don. "You do have occasional lucid intervals, Billie." Billie grinned, but made no reply. "I think we may all stay here for a few hours," suggested Lucia. "Father is so much better that I think we may have a little music. I will play some accompaniments on the guitar and Josie can sing."
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