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She took the three-o'clock train back to the city. At nine she sat at the round table for dinner in the Cafe Andre. Nearly the same crowd was there. "Where have you been to-day?" asked Mrs. Pothunter. "I 'phoned to you at twelve." "I have been away in Bohemia," answered Mary, with a mystic smile. There! Mary has given it away. She has spoiled my climax.
They are large fowls, about the size a goose, a coal-black head and back, with a white belly and a milk-white spot under one of their eyes, which nature has ordered to be under their right eye." Thus has the greed of the sailor and pothunter swept from the face of the earth an old pilot a trusty aid to navigation.
There are twenty Fifines and Heloises to one Mary in the Country of Elusion. Now her gloves are tucked in. Miss Tooker has assumed a June poster pose; Mrs. Pothunter has bitten her lips to make the red show; Reeves has several times felt his coat to make sure that his latest poem is in the pocket. It is ten minutes to nine. When the hour comes it is to remind him of a story.
Pothunter, who never drank anything but black and white highballs, being in mourning for her husband, who oh, I've forgotten what he did died, like as not. Spaghetti-weary reader, wouldst take one penny-in-the-slot peep into the fair land of Bohemia? Then look; and when you think you have seen it you have not. And it is neither thimbleriggery nor astigmatism.
That dependent, no doubt an honest, pachydermatous, worthy, tax-paying, art-despising biped, released himself from the unequal encounter, carried his professional smile back to the dumb-waiter and dropped it down the shaft to eternal oblivion. Reeves began to make Keats turn in his grave. Mrs. Pothunter told the story of the man who met the widow on the train.
The walls of the Cafe Andre were covered with original sketches by the artists who furnished much of the color and sound of the place. Fair woman furnished the theme for the bulk of the drawings. When you say "sirens and siphons" you come near to estimating the alliterative atmosphere of Andre's. First, I want you to meet my friend, Miss Adrian. Miss Tooker and Mrs. Pothunter you already know.
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