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Haven't seen you for some time not since that swell dinner at the Bowman place, d'ye remember?" Milly remembered very well, the apex moment of her career hitherto. He smiled good naturedly, and Milly smiled, too. Then Becker added in a childlike burst of confidence: "Let me tell you, you did just right, my girl! Don't tie yourself up with any man you can't run with. It don't work.
"Did you forget?" "Yes, I forgot all about it," Milly admitted bluntly. "You see so much has happened since " "Then you didn't get my letters?" he pressed on eagerly, ignoring Milly's last words. "Oh, yes, I got all your letters," she said hastily, remembering that she had not found time or heart to open the last bulky three, which lay upstairs on her dressing-table.
When Ernestine arrived the two partners went hunting for a suitable shop. Milly wanted a location in the very centre of the fashionable retail district on the avenue, somewhere between the Institute and the Auditorium, the two most stable landmarks in the city. But the rents, even at that time, were prohibitive, and they found they must content themselves with one of the cross streets.
"Naw," said Tiza, in a very astonished voice, throwing down her pinafore to stare at Milly. "Then what do you do, Tiza, when it rains?" "Nothing," said Tiza. "We has our dinners and tea, and sometimes Becky minds the baby and sometimes I do, and father mostly goes to sleep." "Tiza," said Milly hurriedly, "did you mean pussy to jump into the saucepan?"
In spite of the sea, which she dreads, and steamers, which she hates, she has made up her mind to come and take me home." "How charming that will be!" said Barret. "Indeed!" returned Milly, with a significant look and smile. "Of course I did not mean that," returned Barret, laughing. "I meant that it would be charming for you to have your mother out here, and to return home in her company.
Edwin sends his kindest regards to you and says he, too, is counting on that visit from you in January. Yours always, Mrs. Sarah Carmichael Clay to Mrs. Mildred Carmichael Brown. Dear Milly: For a woman who is noted through the whole County as being the least practical person in the world, the most gullible and credulous, you certainly seem to come out at the big end of the horn.
If the portrait of the Russian had been there, the tone might have been less patronizing; but Milly had already sent this off on its long journey. The practical result was fifteen hundred dollars, of which Bunker contributed a thousand, and various convenient sums that dribbled in opportunely from the novelist, "whenever he was able to make a sale."
But he had not taken into consideration her voice, which, always musical in its Southern intonation and quite audible in the quiet garden, struck him now as being full of joyous sweetness. Well, she was certainly very happy or very thoughtless. She was actually romping with Milly, and was now evidently being chased down the rose-alley by that volatile young woman.
'He's frightfully rich, I'm sure, Milly observed. At dinner Leonora told John that Arthur Twemlow was coming. 'Oh, good! he said: nothing more. In the afternoon the mother and her eldest and youngest, supine and exanimate in the drawing-room, were surprised into expectancy by the sound of the front-door bell before three o'clock.
"One day," concluded Kraft, solemnly, "there will come to Cypher's for a plate of beans a millionaire lumberman from Wisconsin, and he will marry Milly." "Never!" exclaimed Judkins and I, in horror. "A lumberman," repeated Kraft, hoarsely. "And a millionaire lumberman!" I sighed, despairingly. "From Wisconsin!" groaned Judkins. We agreed that the awful fate seemed to menace her.
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