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"Say what you will, Thea Kronborg, you are not that sort of person. You will never sit alone with a pacifier and a novel. You won't subsist on what the old ladies have put into the bottle for you. You will always break through into the realities. That was the first thing Harsanyi found out about you; that you couldn't be kept on the outside.
The two men went off up the sand gulch, and Thea sat down and looked at the pile of splintered wood and twisted iron that had lately been Ray's caboose. She was frightened and absent-minded. She felt that she ought to be thinking about Ray, but her mind kept racing off to all sorts of trivial and irrelevant things.
I don't mean that you shall pay two teachers. After you go to Bowers you will not need me. I need scarcely tell you that I shan't be happy at losing you." Thea turned to him, hurt and angry. "But I don't want to go to Bowers. I don't want to leave you. What's the matter? Don't I work hard enough? I'm sure you teach people that don't try half as hard." Harsanyi rose to his feet.
This was the first time Fred had seen the room, and he took it in quickly, as he put down his hat and gloves. Thea seated herself at the walnut writing-desk, still holding the slip of yellow paper. "Dr. Archie is coming," she said. "He will be here Friday morning." "Well, that's good, at any rate," her visitor replied with a determined effort at cheerfulness.
Oh, sell it sell it, father mine, and let us go away!" "But I've spent thousands on it. You shall go to Harrogate next week, Thea dear." "I'm only just back from hotels. I am so tired of packing." "Cheer up, Thea. It is over. You know it does not often come here twice in the same night. I think we shall dare now to be comfortable." He lifted a dish-cover, and helped his wife and daughter.
Thea sat motionless in one corner staring out of the window at the cab lights that wove in and out among the trees, all seeming to be bent upon joyous courses. Taxicabs were still new in New York, and the theme of popular minstrelsy. Landry had sung her a ditty he heard in some theater on Third Avenue, about: "But there passed him a bright-eyed taxi With the girl of his heart inside."
I won't hang around and be a burden to you, but I want to try to get educated up to you, though I expect it's late to begin." Thea rose and touched him lightly on the shoulder. "Well, you'll never be any younger, will you?" "I'm not so sure about that," the doctor replied gallantly. The maid appeared at the door and announced Mr. Frederick Ottenburg.
Even his eyebrows were thick and yellow, like fleece. He had lively blue eyes Thea looked up at them with great interest as he sat chatting and swinging his foot rhythmically. He was easily familiar, and frankly so. We really haven't time. This is to-day, but it will soon be to-morrow, and then we may be very different people, and in some other country."
"You mean take lessons of Bowers?" Harsanyi nodded, without lifting his head. "But I can't, Mr. Harsanyi. I haven't got the time, and, besides " she blushed and drew her shoulders up stiffly "besides, I can't afford to pay two teachers." Thea felt that she had blurted this out in the worst possible way, and she turned back to the keyboard to hide her chagrin. "I know that.
For almost the first time Thea was conscious of the city itself, of the congestion of life all about her, of the brutality and power of those streams that flowed in the streets, threatening to drive one under. People jostled her, ran into her, poked her aside with their elbows, uttering angry exclamations.
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