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Father thought of throwing it at him, but simultaneously he thought of keeping it and consuming its contents. He gasped with the insult. He became angrier and angrier as he realized that the insult applied to Mother also. But before he could think of a smart, crushing, New-Yorkish reply the farmer grumped away into the house. The Applebys dragged themselves back to the highroad.
"You may put me down for the remaining eighty, then," said Isaac calmly. The Applebys are never mean where money is concerned, I must say. Isaac offered to drive us home when it cleared up, but I said "No." I wanted to settle Melissa before she got a chance to talk. On the way home I said to her: "I hope you won't mention this to anyone, Melissa.
With five in the party; coffee-colored car with one mud-guard slightly twisted? The season was not quick in opening. To the Applebys the time between mid-May and mid-June was crawlingly slow. On some days they had two orders; some days, none at all.
The Applebys could see by the electric lights bowered in the lilac-bushes that a stately grass walk, lined with Madonna lilies and hollyhock and phlox, led to the fanlight-crested white door, above which hung the mocking tea-pot sign. The house was lighted, the windows open.
He understood the kindly spirit of it because he himself was kindly. He realized that to these stay-at-homes the Applebys' wandering was a thing to revere, a heroism, like prize-fighting or religion or going to war. But he didn't psychologize about it. He believed in "the masses" because he belonged to the masses.
But he said it faintly then, and more faintly on the days following, for inactivity again enervated him made him, for the first time in his life, feel almost old. Apparently the Applebys' customers had liked "The T Room" well enough some of them had complimented Mrs. Appleby on the crispness of her doughnuts, the generousness of her chicken sandwiches.
She drove away other inquisitive neighbors, revived Mother Appleby, and left them with thick-voiced words of cheer, muttering that "her old man would kill her if she didn't get a hustle on herself and chase that growler." With the broken window-pane stuffed up, the gas lighted, and the fire started, the Applebys faced life again, and were very glad.
Tubbs was brisk about the butter, and the Applebys were tremendously dignified and washed and brushed, and not averse to being known as superior star boarders from that superior city, New York, personages to whom the opera and the horse-show were perfectly familiar.
It was early March, a snowy, blustery March, and the Applebys were plodding through West Virginia. No longer were they the mysterious "Smiths." Father was rather proud, now, of being Appleby, the pedestrian. Mother looked stolidly content as she trudged at his side, ruddy and placid and accustomed to being wept over by every farm-wife.
It was a proof of their complete recovery from Harris-Hartwigism that, while they were undressing, the Applebys discussed Mr. Hartwig only for a moment, and that Father volunteered: "I actually do hope that Lulu and Harry will come to pay us a visit now. Maybe we can impress her, too. I hope so. I really would like a chance to love our daughter a little.
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