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Maybe it was my play to stick it out with Ferdie and the old boy, but I couldn't see any percentage in that, with Vee gone; so I wanders casual into the hall, butts around through the music room, follows a bright light at the rear, and am almost run down by Marjorie hurrying the other way sleuthy. "Oh!" she squeals. "It's you, is it, Torchy? S-s-s-sh!" "What you shushin' about?" says I.
She was certainly very tall and dignified and imposing altogether a great-aunt to be respected. Felicity and Cecily took her to the spare room and then left her in the sitting-room while they returned to the kitchen, to discuss the matter in family conclave. "Well, and what do you think of dear Aunt Eliza?" asked Dan. "S-s-s-sh," warned Cecily, with a glance at the half-open hall door.
"Surprisin' ain't it," says I, "how many of them shells can be turned out by " "S-s-s-sh!" says he, glancin' cautious at the omnibus-boy comin' to set up our table. "Eh?" says I, after we've been supplied with rolls and sweet butter and ice water. "Why the panic?" "Spies!" he whispers husky. "What, him?" says I, starin' after the innocent-lookin' party in the white apron.
"Pardon?" says she. "What you wish?" "Ah, where do they keep the music?" says I. "Ze musicale?" says she. "It is commence. S-s-s-sh!" and she points down the hallway. "Yes, I was afraid I'd be late," says I. "Glad they didn't wait. I'll sneak into a back seat."
"This is worse than shanghaiing for a Liverpool boardin'-house, and I won't " "S-s-s-sh!" hissed Hiram, flapping his hand. "That's the elder." "An elder? A man that uses that kind of language?" "He's had good reason for it," returned Hiram, fervently. "It's stout talk, but I ain't blamin' him." He locked the outside door.
"I I've only a .34-caliber automatic with me," says the Lieutenant, reachin' into his side pocket. "Well, you don't want a machine-gun, do you?" says I. "And don't go shootin' reckless. Here, lemme get on the other side. Close to the house, now, on the grass, until we can get a peek around the " "S-s-s-sh!" says Cecil, grippin' my arm. He was strong on shushin' me up, the Lieutenant was.
"Torchy, you sunny-haired emblem of good luck!" he sings out. "What do you think! I've got her!" "Eh!" says I. "The Balboa?" "The Balboa be hanged!" says he. "No, no! Elsa Miss Hampton, you know! She's mine, Torchy; she's mine!" "S-s-s-sh!" says I, noddin' towards the other room. "Forget her a minute and brace yourself for a run-in with that gang of rag-chewers in there." Does he?
"S-s-s-sh!" says I. "Belladonna. Besides, I always forget the good ones I read in the comic section." "Please!" insists Betty. "Every one else is being so stupid. And you're supposed to entertain me, you know." "Well," says I, "I did hear kind of a rich one while I was waitin' at the club for Mr. Robert today only I don't know as " "Listen, everybody," announces Betty vivacious.
"What's that?" whispered the old man, cupping his hand to his ear and looking a trifle bewildered. "He means people ought to be allowed to govern themselves," explained Jimmy. "Good Gawd! Did it take him all that time to say that?" questioned the old man. "S-s-s-sh!" cautioned a highly impressed person in front, impatient lest he lose any of these obfuscated words of supposed wisdom.
But she was only vaguely aware of these things. She was watching for Florence, listening for some sound fraught with untoward meaning. All of a sudden she saw Majesty's ears were held straight up. Then Florence's face, now strangely white, showed round the turn of the trail. "'S-s-s-sh!" whispered Florence, holding up a warning finger.
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