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Aunt Gary made no objection; but there was some difficulty, because all the rooms had independent openings into the gallery. Miss Pinshon hesitated a moment between one of two that opened into each other, and another that was pleasanter and larger but would give her less facility for overlooking my affairs. For one moment I drew a breath of hope; and then my hope was quashed.
Buck Daniels found the blacksmith seated on a box before his place of business; it was a slack time for Gary Peters and he consoled himself for idleness by chewing the stem of an unlighted corn-cob, whose bowl was upside down. His head was pulled down and forward as if by the weight of his prodigious sandy moustache, and he regarded a vague horizon with misty eyes.
Duff!" shouted Gary, instantly realizing the coming peril. The men were tumbling from the tops, Ralph among the last, for though ordered down by the considerate mate, he returned with the others when the topsails were to be stowed. Duff and two old hands were at the wheel; others were lashing loose articles, when with a scream and a screech, the squall was upon them.
"She's the one at the table," replied his mother, "ringing the bell for a waiter to bring her something to eat." "Can el'funts do that?" Jerry asked amazed. "Much more than that, Gary," she responded. "I guess el'funts know more'n some people," Danny remarked. Jerry craned his neck to see the elephants. "Are they going to jump the fence now?" he asked. Whiteface burst into a joyous laugh.
"But it ain't too late for full-growed roosters to crow!" he asserted. Long chuckled again. "Nope. I jest crowed." Not a man present missed the double-meaning, including Gary. And Gary did not want any of Long's game. The genial Bud had delicately intimated that his sympathies were with the Concho boys.
He was at this time engaged in dictating a letter to his principal creditors, the Gary & Milton Company, explaining that their demand for the immediate payment of the installment then due upon his office furniture was untimely and unjust.
So Molly opened the piano and began again, doing her very best. She chose the simple things she knew by heart, and put all her will-power as well as all her skill into playing them well. It was only when she stopped, confessing that she knew no more, that Mrs. Gary stirred. "I used to play a good deal myself," she said, speaking very low; "perhaps I could take it up again.
McFarlane, with a grave look. "Very fond," Mrs. Randolph said. "Dangerous taste!" said Gary. "What is this new consignment?" "Something valuable take care of it." "To be taken with care right side up," said Gary, putting before Daisy by a stretch of his long arm a little paper covered package. Daisy's cheeks were beginning to grow pink. She unfolded the package.
From the second story of a brick building that stood on the southern side of the street, facing the station, Gary Warden could look past the red station into the empty corrals beside the railroad track. Jim Lefingwell, Warden's predecessor, had usually smiled when he saw the corral comfortably filled with steers. But Gary Warden smiled because the corral was empty.
"Gentlemen like Gary Dilkes used to go regularly to London, spring and fall, for their things. No doubt then about a man of breeding. You didn't see the other kind around. Wouldn't have 'em." Rudolph murmured consolingly. "Sat in the pit but never got into the boxes," his voice grew thin, querulous.
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