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I I'm feeling rather " "Mercy!" squeals Marjorie. "He's fainting!" "Steady there!" I sings out to Djickyns, makin' a jump. "Don't wabble until I get you. Easy!" I ain't a second too soon, either; for as I reaches up he topples toward me, as limp as a sack of flour.
"That bein' the case, Mr. Robert," says I, "we'll finance this Djickyns party if we have to bull the sculpture market till it hits the rafters."
Robert, "it is not a matter of giving artistic advice, but of er financing the said Djickyns." "Oh!" says I. "Slippin' him a check?" Mr. Robert shakes his head. "Nothing so simple," says he. "One doesn't slip checks to noble young sculptors. In this instance I am supposed to assist in outlining a plan whereby certain alleged objects of art may be er "
It would help too if you'd happen to be just startin' for the op'ra, with all your pearl ropes on. And whisper, soft pedal on Djickyns here, but heavy on his suff'rin' countrymen! That's the line." Aunty shudders a couple of times, and once she starts to crash in with the sharp reproof; but she swallows it. Some little old diplomat, Aunty is! She was gettin' the picture.
"Our project, if that is what you mean, is to have a studio tea for Mr. Djickyns and to secure the attendance of as many purchasers for his works as possible. Have you any suggestions?" "Why," says I, "not right off the bat. Maybe if I could chew over the proposition awhile, I might " "Oh, I say," breaks in the noble young gent on the stepladder, "I I'm getting dizzy up here, you know.
"Thanks," says he; "but I guess I'd better not. I'm still from the wrong end of the town, you know. But here's a memorandum of four pieces I should like done in bronze for my country house. And suppose I leave Mr. Djickyns a check for five thousand on account. Will that do?" Would it? Say, Aunty almost pats him fond on the cheek as she follows him to the door.
"On the contrary," says he, "it's quite serious, a sculptor in distress; a noble young Belgian at that, one Djickyns, in whose cause, it seems, I was rash enough to enlist at a recent dinner party. And now " Mr. Robert waves towards his piled-up desk. "I'd be a hot substitute along that line, wouldn't I?" says I. "As I understand the situation," goes on Mr.
Why, say, before we get through with this tea stunt of hers that Djickyns party will be runnin' his studio works day and night shifts and rebuildin' Belgium! We're a great team, me and dear old Aunty. We've just found it out." And first off I had him listed in the joke column. Think of that!
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