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"I mean just now, when we was talkin' 'bout me an' Angie. I'd I'd like to help you the same way, if I could." "You would?" Duncan eyed the boy apprehensively, wondering what was coming. "Yes, indeedy, I would. An' p'rhaps I kin tell you somethin' that will." "Speak, I beg." "You er you're tryin' to court Josie Lockwood, ain't you?" "Oh!" said Nat. "So that was it!
It's now or never, and she knows it and she's scared, same's the rest of us. On'y we got to set home and make the best of it. Or take what's left." She turned her head slowly to where Nap Ballou stood over a table at the far end of the room. She laughed a grim, unlovely little laugh. "I guess when you can't go after what you want, like Angie, why you gotta take second choice."
She looked from one to the other, like a trapped little animal. She put a hand to her tousled head. "That's all right," Angie Hatton assured her. "You can fix it after a while."
Duncan?" He permitted himself an indiscretion, secure in the belief it would pass unchallenged: "It's one of the rules, but I didn't make it." "Did you know there was a vacancy in the choir?" Angle asked, taking up her glass. "Choir?" "Yes," Josie chimed in; "we were hoping you'd join. I want you to, awfully." "We're both in the choir," Angie explained. "And all the girls want you to join.
I want a talk with the lad as soon as he is well enough. I'll report to you, Miss, just as quick as anything turns up." Willa gave him some final instructions and hung up the receiver, to find Angie at her elbow. "You've been an unconscionable time!" the latter complained, veiling her eyes to conceal their gleam of awakened curiosity and interest. "We're waiting for you to make up a rubber.
"Well, by gosh, if that ain't like a woman," he exclaimed disgustedly. "I'd hate to send you for a half dozen oranges if there were any lemons in the market." "He is such a well-known lawyer," began Angie humbly, "that you would think the mail carrier would " "What did you say his name was?" "Joseph Smith. He is my mother's brother." "East or West?" "East or west what?" "Pine Street.
Tessie, whose mind was working very clearly now, put out a quick hand. "Say, it wasn't his fault. He's a bum, all right, but I knew it, didn't I? It was me. I didn't care. Seemed to me it didn't make no difference who I went with, but it does." She looked down at her hands clasped so tightly in her lap. "Yes, it makes a whole lot of difference," Angie agreed, and looked up at her father.
Give him a chance. You're weakening him. And stop dinning that society stuff into Adele's ears. She's got brains, that child. Why, just yesterday, in the workroom she got hold of some satin and a shape and turned out a little turban that Angie Hatton " "Do you mean to tell me that Angie Hatton saw my Adele working in your shop! Now, look here, Sophy.
Angie, dear, dear Angle, kiss me." She rose. Mrs. Chater had come from the stairs, now laid hands upon the small people and dragged them back from the pretty figure about which they clung. They screamed, "Let me go!" David roared; dropped prone upon the mat to kick and howl: "Take away your hand, mother!" Angela gasped: "Oh, comeback, comeback, darling Miss Humf'ay!"
Angie and Josie returned, torn by distrust but unable to resist the fascination of the stranger in our village. And there's no denying the boy was good-looking and a gentleman by birth: a being alien to their experience of men. He had filled one glass and was tincturing it with syrup when he caught again that confiding smile of Josie's, full upon him as the beams of a noon-day sun.
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