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Make them entertain YOU, for once. They're always squeezing an entertainment out of somebody " and Argyle desperately emptied the remains of Algy's wine into his own glass: whilst Algy stood as if listening to something far off, and blinking terribly. "Anyhow," he said at length, "you'll come, won't you? And bring the flute if you feel like it."
"Well," said Van judicially, "Algy's entitled to his share." He raised his voice: "Hey there, Algy come out here and play with the boys." Mrs. Dick had caught sufficient breath to explode. "Fun!" she said. "My windows broken! My house all upset. Snakes alive, if ever I heard " Algy appeared and interrupted. "What's mallah you, Van?" he said. "I got no time fool lound now. Been play too much.
"Say, kid, where's the liberrian?" "I'm liberrian." "O, come off. Where's the real one? The feller that knows it all, and walks like a seesaw." "That's Algy," said Elsmere, with fraternal recognition. "Algy's sick. I'm liberrian." His questioner looked at him keenly. "I say, kids, let's us be liberrians. You put the little feller out."
Behind the tea-urn, mother is mingling her drink with tears, and making little covert signs to Algy, at all rates to hold his tongue. My mind is made up, never to be unmade again. I will marry Sir Roger. He shall pay all Algy's debts, and forever dry mother's sad, wet eyes. The weather of paradise is gone back to paradise. This day is very earthly.
"Ask her to show you Algy's bracelet," I say, with an awkward laugh; and then, thoroughly afraid of the effect of my bomb-shell, and not daring to see what sort it is, I turn and run quickly away. The end of the hour and a half finds me punctually peering through the bars again. Well, I am first at the rendezvous. This, perhaps, is not very surprising, as I have not given him one moment's law.
"It is so nice and curly even now," I go on, "twice as curly as Algy's." "Tongs," replies Algy, with short contempt, looking up from his list of prohibitions. "Very good-looking!" repeat I, dogmatically, entirely ignoring the last suggestion. "Perhaps when this planet was young!" retorts he, with the superb impertinence of twenty.
"Wait for Algy," returned Cis, crossing to slip an affectionate arm about Mrs. Kukor's shoulders. "And don't fret. Because Algy's the amateur light-heavyweight champion of his club, and it's an athletic club, and !" "What-a-a-at?" roared Father Pat. "He's the he's the oh, say it again!" But even as Cis opened her lips to speak, swift steps were heard on the stairs outside. She knew them.
"You are late," I say presently, in a voice of low constraint, "are not you? everybody went some time ago." "I know," he answers, with a slight accent of irritation; "it is Algy's fault! I do not know what has come to that boy; he hardly seems in his right mind to-night; he has been trying to pick a quarrel with Parker, because he lit Mrs. Huntley's candle for her."
Let him beware how he gets alongside anything. That's all! Blinky Bill may yet be revenged!" Christmas Day came. Algy's father gave orders to have the pony saddled, and led round to the front door. Algy's mother, a lady of forty summers, spent the morning superintending the dinner. Dinner was the principal event in the day with her. Alas, poor lady!
The longshoreman turned toward her now, and his look was full of hate. "I guess y'll do jus' about what I tell y' to," he said significantly. "Algy's goin' t' be too sick t' look after y'." Johnnie emitted a woeful little peep. "Oo-oo! Mister Perkins!" he pleaded. "Couldn't y' put off fightin' till till some other time?" Johnnie's anxious demand amused Big Tom.
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