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"Nice to have you round again, Skeezics!" he told her; and Eleanor, listening, went up to her room, and sat with her fingers pressed hard on her eyes. "It's dreadful to have her around! How can I get rid of her?" she thought.
Thinking of it, he brooded over her, silently, his cheek against hers, then Mrs. Houghton came in and banished him, saying that Eleanor must go to sleep; "and you and Edith must keep quiet!" she said. He was so contrite that, tiptoeing to his own room, he told poor faithful Edith her voice was too loud: "You disturb Eleanor. So dry up, Skeezics!"
Edith's flight to one of the schoolhouses was not the entire release that Eleanor expected. "Look here, Skeezics," Maurice had announced; "you can't turn me down this way! You've got to come to supper every Sunday night! when I'm at home. Isn't that so, Nelly?" Eleanor said, bleakly: "Why, if Edith would like to, of course.
Father says I have lots of sense." Maurice shook his head. "You do have sense! I wish I had half as much. No, Skeezics; there's nothing anybody can do. I pay as I go. But you're the dearest girl on earth!" She caught at his hand, flung her arm around his shoulder, and kissed him: "You are the dearest boy on earth!"
"Is there a town in your State called Bad Ax?" he asked of the first man he met with "Wis." on his cap. "Cert'," was the answer. "And another one called Milwaukee, one called Madison, and another called Green Bay. Are you studying primary geography, or just getting up a postoffice directory?" "Don't be funny, Skeezics," said Shorty severely. "Know anything about it? Mighty nice place, ain't it?"
"Skeezics, don't be so strenuous!" he commanded, once; and Johnny was really nervous: "It's too hot for you, Buster." "Too hot for your grandmother!" Edith said bare-armed, open-throated, her creamy neck reddening with sunburn. Toward noon, Maurice's chaperon, toiling out across the hot stubble to watch him, called from under an umbrella, "Edith! You'll get freckled."
I wonder what he's at?" "I heard he was down in New York trying to law it. I heard he's been writin' some for newspapers. Accordin' to his looks, must pay a durn sight better'n farmin'." "Well, I always said that boy wa'n't no skeezics." Almost the first question Philip asked Alice on his return was about the new inn, the Peacock Inn. "There seemed a good deal of stir about it as I passed."
Maurice's heartless "kindness" to his wife was like a desert creeping across fertile earth; the eager generosity of boyhood had long ago hardened into the gray aridity of mere endurance. Edith turned and walked back with him; they were both silent until Maurice said, "You've got Johnny's scalp all right, Skeezics."
I wonder what he's at?" "I heard he was down in New York trying to law it. I heard he's been writin' some for newspapers. Accordin' to his looks, must pay a durn sight better'n farmin'." "Well, I always said that boy wa'n't no skeezics." Almost the first question Philip asked Alice on his return was about the new inn, the Peacock Inn. "There seemed a good deal of stir about it as I passed."
Maurice nodded, but got up and went to the piano; "Tough on you, Skeezics," he said once, glancing at Edith. "Oh, I don't mind it, much," she said, drolly. So the evening trudged along in secure stupidity. Yet it was a straining stupidity, and there was an inaudible sigh of relief from everybody when, at last, Mary Houghton said, "Come, good people! It's time to go to bed."
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