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Every house interested her, the main street of the little town might have been Broadway in New York. The people looked different, she said. She and Wallace laughed their way through the Five-and-Ten-Cent Store, enjoyed a Floradora Special composed of bananas, ice cream, nuts, whipped cream, maple syrup, and cherries, and finally bought six cream puffs and carried them to Sally.
"It's like a midnight feast at boarding-school," chuckled the visitor, waked up by the coffee. "It's like the spreads we used to have when we was on the road," said Mrs. Van Zandt, meditatively. "On the road?" Polly's eyes opened wide. "Mrs. Van was one of the original 'Floradora Sextette," remarked Scott, soberly. "The only one who didn't marry a millionaire."
"It might as well be now!" he paraphrased, to the tune of the age-whitened sextette from "Floradora." "And look at the sparkler! Look at it!" Fairchild could do very little else but look. He knew the value, even in spite of flaws and bad coloring. And he knew something else, that Harry had confessed to having little more than five hundred dollars. "But but how did you do it?" came gaspingly.
He'd been doing farce comedy from the day I saw him without knowing it; and the first time he had an idea advanced to him with any intelligence in it he acted like two twelfths of the sextet in a 'Floradora' road company. "The next afternoon he comes in with a triumphant smile and begins to pull something like ticker tape out of his pocket. "'Great! says I. 'This is something like home.
If all the guys were in it that say they were they could have licked the Germans the first day out. That outfit's worse than the old Floradora Sextette." Mrs. Gory was tremendously proud of him, and not as worried as she should have been. She thought it all a rather smart game, and not at all serious. She wasn't even properly alarmed about her European money, at first.
Anyway, the policeman believed dad, and they went off and left us, and we went to bed, but dad said: "Hennery, you understand, I don't want to make any more female acquaintances, see, among the crowned heads, and from this out we mingle only with men. The idea of me going into a woman's room and finding a Floradora with fits and tantrums, and me, a sick man.
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