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I couldn't see why more folks didn't come into our house, like they used to out on the Circle Arrow; and I said that. "It's easy to see why they don't," says Old Man Wright, and he busts the glass top of his table with his fist. "It's plumb plain to see why. It's them Wisners has blocked our game. They coppered us from the start that's what!
"I don't know how much people have talked about us." "Well, I can tell you one thing," says Katherine. "We heard some of the talk; and I want to say that it isn't favorable to the Wisners. There are others in town besides them. Tell me, Honey, aren't you all the way American?" "Yes," says Bonnie Bell.
As for us, we had plenty; and, believe me, there was something which filled a long-felt want for Old Man Wright and me. What do you think? Why, ham shank and greens! "Sis," says her pa, "you certainly are thoughtful." We could see out our windows over into the Wisners' windows it seemed like they had forgot to pull down their blinds, same as we had.
And when you're in two or three more of these Colonial businesses, where the Wisners can't get well, then I'll be more comfortable, for one. "I don't blame your poppah for feeling savage towards the Wisners," says she after a while. "Who're the Wisners anyways? Carrolls huh!
She says the Wisners bought one a little shinier than hers." "Well, she can have whatever she wants. We are doing pretty well, seems like. I just went into a little speculation last week that will maybe pay for that new car." "What's it about this time, Colonel?" I ast him. "Well, it has something more to do with this here war. Whenever there is a war somebody makes money and everybody loses it.
"I wouldn't say any more," says he. "I shall say all I like, and you'll please remember who you are! The David Wisners can't afford to have it understood that they associate any way whatsoever with the Wright family. Not even our servants can visit acrost. I've been suspecting for some time." "Well, that's plain enough," says he. "I don't see any use trying to make it any plainer.
It was warm in the room, though there wasn't much fire, and we all felt comfortable. You could see out our windows right over the lot of the Wisners'; we could see into their house same as they could see into ours. There was a garridge set back toward the lake, same as ours, about on the same line, and beyond that you could see a boathouse.
Them Wisners wasn't watching their own gate like they'd ought to of. We walked on up their stairs and the old man rung the bell and stood there, his face without no expression now. We heard some noises inside there their dog begun to bark and it seemed like people was talking. Their William opened the door and we all stood there.
Four or five people Dutch, maybe was playing in a band out there in front of the Wisners'. A man come out and shooed 'em away. They stood out in front of our place then and kept on playing. It seems like you can't eat in Chicago without some one plays music around. "Here; take 'em out some money, William," says Old Man Wright. "It's Christmas." They played some more then, and every morning since.
Along about daybreak, maybe sooner, when I set there maybe I'd been asleep once or twice a little I heard the noise of a car going out not far from us. I suppose, like enough, it was over at the Wisners'; maybe some of their folks was going or coming. In the city, folks don't use the way they do on a ranch and night goes on about the same as daytime.
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