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But before his death he had made cession of his rights to his friend Hooper, who on the violent death of Kidder, the intruding revolution Bishop, had been appointed by Queen Anne, who had wished to reinstate Ken, to Bath and Wells. It was the wish of Ken that the schism should come to an end on his death.
Kidder, looking, in her misery, like a frost-bitten apple. "Oh, can't the man see that street car's going to run us down? And now there's another, coming from behind. They'll crush us between them. Mr. Terrymore, stop stop! I'll give you a thousand dollars to take me back to Cap Martin. Oh, he doesn't hear! Sir Ralph why you're laughing!"
We had come up one side of a house to get to this place on the roof, and now we began to slither down the other side, which was worse, a hundred times worse. Who was it who said, "A horse, my kingdom for a horse?" I think it must have been Richard the Third in Shakspere's play, which I went to see once in Denver, at a matinée, and Mr. Kidder scolded me afterwards for wasting my time and his money.
But man may not walk through a solid wall, or strive against such conversational gifts as those of Mrs. Kidder. She could and would keep to anything except the point. That, whatever its nature, she avoided as she would an indelicacy. "Well, now, Mrs. Kidder," I began, "if you really want us to organize this tour, don't you think we'd better discuss " "Of course we want you to!" she broke in.
This was the first time a man had ever gone down on his knees to me, for the Prince is the only foreign gentleman I ever knew, and Mr. Kidder proposed in a buggy. Afraid as I was of a collision, I was enjoying myself very much, when suddenly a horrid thing happened. A great white light pounced upon us like a hawk on a chicken, and focussed on us as if we were a tableau.
"Aunt K I mean Kittie, don't you think we ought to go home to the hotel?" asked Miss Destrey, who had scarcely spoken until now, except to answer a question or two of Terry's, whom she apparently chose to consider in the Martyr's Boat, with herself. "We've been here for hours, and it's getting dark." "Why, so it is!" exclaimed Mrs. Kidder, rising hurriedly.
Kidder; "but I suppose we'd better not get anything out to eat now, for fear of hurting the waiters' feelings. What do you think, Sir Ralph?" "Personally, I should like nothing better than to hurt them," I replied severely, "but I'm thinking of myself. Cakes and candy on top of those walking-sticks! 'T were more difficult to build on such a foundation than to rear Venice on its piles and wattles.
"Then it's settled that we go," exclaimed Mrs. Kidder, clapping two dimpled hands covered with rings. "What a wonderful trip it will be." I could see that the Prince would have liked to call Terry out, but he was too wise to dispute the question further; and a dawning plan of some kind was slowly lightening his clouded eye. My wish was granted at last; something was settled.
How good to be in a motor-car. This last thought made the chorus at the end of each verse for me. I was very glad I had put that advertisement in The Riviera Sun, and that "Kid, Kidder, and Kiddest" had been before any one else in answering it. I could hear Terry telling Miss Destrey things, and I knew that if they listened the others could hear him too.
"Of course I know I haven't a chance in the world to win." "You never can tell," said Chilvers, his face solemn as an owl. Chilvers is a merciless "kidder." "That's right," admitted Peabody. "If you play the way I saw you doing the other day, there's not a man in the club has anything on you," asserted Chilvers, winking at me.
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