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Why, when I was in Brussels " "Oh, come now, Hollie, you never were in Brussels, you know," said the younger Worcester girl. "What of that, Millicent?" demanded Hollanden. "This is autobiography." "Well, I don't care, Hollie. You tell such whoppers." With a gesture of despair he again started away; whereupon the Worcester girls shouted in chorus, "Oh, I say, Hollie, come back! Don't be angry.
Only a spectator, I assure you." Hawker seemed overcome then with a deep dislike of himself. "Oh, well, you know, Hollie, this sort of thing " He broke off and gazed at the trees. "This sort of thing It " "How?" asked Hollanden. "Confound you for a meddling, gabbling idiot!" cried Hawker suddenly.
"At any rate," he said in an angry voice, "I have some comprehension and sympathy for the feelings of others." "Have you?" she asked. "How do you mean, Hollie? Do you mean you have feeling for them in their various sorrows? Or do you mean that you understand their minds?" Hollanden ponderously began, "There have been people who have not questioned my ability to "
But then it doesn't matter so much," he went on cheerfully; "you've got a good play there. You must appreciate them to her you understand? appreciate them kindly, like a man in a watch-tower. You must laugh at them only about once a week, and then very tolerantly you understand? and kindly, and and appreciatively." "You're a colossal ass, Hollie!" said Hawker. "You "
Women often speak from motives which, if brought face to face with them, they wouldn't be able to distinguish from any other thing which they had never before seen." "Hollie, if there is a disgusting person in the world it is he who pretends to know so much concerning a woman's mind."
Lordie, but this is a situation!" A heavy scowl settled upon Hawker's brow, and he kicked at the dressing case. "Say, Hollie, look here! Sometimes I think you regard me as a bug and like to see me wriggle. But " "Oh, don't be a fool!" said Hollanden, glaring through the smoke.
We didn't mean to tease you, Hollie really, we didn't!" "Well, if you didn't," said Hollanden, "why did you " The elder Worcester girl was gazing fixedly at the top of the cliff. "Oh, there they are! I wonder why they don't come down?" Stanley, the setter, walked to the edge of the precipice and, looking over at the falls, wagged his tail in friendly greeting.
"I " began Hawker. "Oh, Hollie," cried the girl impetuously, "do tell me how to do that slam thing, you know. I've tried it so often, but I don't believe I hold my racket right. And you do it so beautifully." "Oh, that," said Hollanden. "It's not so very difficult. I'll show it to you. You don't want to know this minute, do you?" "Yes," she answered. "Well, come over to the court, then.
He is always there near you, so that you can't move a chair without hitting your distant friend. You " "Did Hollie remain as attentive as ever to the Worcester girls?" "Yes, of course, as attentive as ever. He dragged me into all manner of tennis games " "Why, I thought you loved to play tennis?" "Oh, well," said Hawker, "I did until you left." "My sister has gone to the park with the children.
"Yes no I don't know." "What's wrong with you?" asked Hollanden. "I tell you what it is, Hollie," said the painter darkly, "whenever I'm with that girl I'm such a blockhead. I'm not so stupid, Hollie. You know I'm not. But when I'm with her I can't be clever to save my life." Hollanden pulled contentedly at his pipe. "Maybe she don't notice it."
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