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The second half-lemon was well-nigh pulpless and the golden collar had grown astonishing in width, when suddenly the drowsy silence which enveloped the yacht was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps and an elderly man topped with orderly gray hair and clad in a white-flannel suit appeared at the head of the companionway.
He appeared in masterful white-flannel trousers and a pressed blue coat and a new Panama, which looked well on his fleshy but trim head. He said, "Mornin'," cheerfully, and went to prowl about the farm. All through the breakfast Una caught the effulgence of Mr.
How strange it seemed that his first words to her were practical when all his impassioned thought had been only mute! But the instant he spoke he experienced a relief, a relaxation. "I'll take it off," replied Fay, just as practically. And in a twinkling she slipped out of both waist and skirt. She had worn them over the short white-flannel dress with which Shefford had grown familiar.
Finally, a white-flannel young man walked into the landscape. Hawker waved a brush. "Hi, Hollie, get out of the colour-scheme!" At this cry the white-flannel young man looked down at his feet apprehensively. Finally he came forward grinning. "Why, hello, Hawker, old boy! Glad to find you here."
"Nancy!" says Sir Roger, his eyes following the Brat, who is lightly tripping up the stone steps, looking very small and agile in his white-flannel cricketing things, "what is that boy's real name? Why do you call him 'the Brat'?" "Because he is such a Brat," reply I, fondly, picking up from the grass a green chestnut-bud that the squirrels or the rooks have untimely nipped.
But in that white duck coat with the braiding and frogs he had any musical-comedy, white-flannel tenor lieutenant whose duty it is to march down to the edge of the footlights, snatch out his sword, and warble about his country's flag, looking like a flat-nosed, blue-gummed Igorrote.
You know that I intended to handle the Middle Western territory for one trip, or until we could get a man to take Fat Ed Meyers' place." "Well?" said Buck apprehensively. "I leave in three days. Goodness knows how long I'll be gone! A business deal down there is a ceremony. And you won't need any white-flannel clothes in Rock Island, Illinois." Buck, aghast, faced her from the doorway.
"Of course you do. I know it. I'm all right now, mamma." "We're your best friends, Lilly. We would go through fire for you." "Of course, mamma. I I was nervous, that's all." "There's no finer boy breathes than Albert." "You're right." "He's sending you lilies-of-the-valley, baby. He's ordered himself some white-flannel tennis pants, too the kind you admired.
"Like fun I will!" "Do what I say or I'll " Mrs. Binswanger rapped her darning-ball with a thimbled finger. "Izzy, stop teasing your sister." "You just ask me to press your white-flannel pants for you the next time you want to play Palm Beach with yourself, and see if I do it or not. You just ask me!"
I guess I didn't see you the night after you got in from your last trip, in your white-flannel pants I pressed, dancing on the Brighton boat with that peroxide queen alrighty." This time his face darkened with the blood of anger. "You little imp, I'll " "Children! Stop it, do you hear! Ray, go right this minute and call Miriam and bring me my glasses.
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