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Akemit, and was now talking with that fascinating creature as she lolled on a low seat before the fire in her lacy blue house-gown. At the moment she was adroitly posing one foot and then the other before the warmth of the grate. It may be disclosed without damage to this tale that the feet of Mrs.
Nor was the dazzled girl conscious of others at the table, of Florence Akemit, the babyish blond, listening with feverish attention to the German savant, Doctor von Herzlich, who had translated Goethe's "Iphigenie in Tauris" into Greek merely as recreation, and who was now justifying his choice of certain words and phrases by citing passages from various Greek authors; a choice which the sympathetic listener, after discreet intervals for reflection, invariably commended.
Baby Akemit calculated briefly, and consented to his departure if Mr. Bines would bring her something next time. Mr. Bines promised, and moved away after the customary embrace, but she was not through: "Oh! oh! go out like a bear! dere's a bear come in here!"
Give us a day's notice, and believe me, "Sincerely, "P.S. Babe is on the back of my chair, cuddling down in my neck, and says, 'Send him your love, too, Mommie. Now don't you forget." He telegraphed Mrs. Akemit: "Will reach New London to-morrow. Assure your aunt of my delight at her acceptance. I have long held that the reunion must come as she thinks it will."
Miss Akemit, it appeared, was bent upon relating the adventures of Goldie Locks, subsequent to her leap from the window of the bears' house. She had, it seemed, been compelled to ride nine-twenty miles on a trolley, and, reaching home too late for luncheon, had been obliged to eat in the kitchen with the cook. "Mr. Bines can't stay, darling!"
"Being philanthropic is obeying an instinct just as selfish as any of the others. A little of it is all right but don't be a slave to your passions. And be careful of your health." In his mail at the Hightower was a note from Mrs. Akemit: "NEW LONDON, July 29th. "You DEAR THOUGHTFUL MAN: I'll be delighted, and the aunt, a worthy sister of the dear bishop, has consented.
And that poor little Florence Akemit, isn't it too bad about her. You know one of those bright French women said it's so inconvenient to be a widow because it's necessary to resume the modesty of a young girl without being able to feign her ignorance. No wonder Florence has a hard time of it; but isn't it wretched of me to gossip? And I wanted to tell you especially about Mr. Mauburn.
And when he told Baby Akemit that she was "the only original sweetheart" he meant it of some one else than her. When the play was over he always conducted himself back to sane reality by viewing this some one else in the cold light of truth. The Distressing Adventure of Mrs. Bines The fame of the Bines family for despising money was not fed wholly by Percival's unremitting activities.
Akemit were not cold; but that they were trifles most daintily shod, and, as her slender silken ankles curved them toward the blaze from her froth of a petticoat, they were worth looking at. Miss Milbrey disunited the chatting couple with swiftness and aplomb. "Come, Mr. Bines, if I'm to take that tramp you made me promise you, it's time we were off." Outside she laughed deliciously.
Baby Akemit in her crib, modestly arrayed in blue pajamas, after simulating the extreme terror required by the situation, fell to chatting, while her mother and Miss Milbrey looked on from the doorway.
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