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Outwardly, however, she gave no signs of misgivings, but calmly set in motion the machinery which had filled the gaps before. "If you're going to put that advertisement in again," said Archey, "I think I'd add 'Nursery, Restaurant, Rest-room, Music'" She included the words in her copy, and after a moment's reflection she added "Laundry." "But we have no laundry," objected Archey, half laughing.
"These are the days, when I was a boy, that I used to dream of running away and seeing the world and having great adventures," thought Archey, his frown forgotten.
But the night saw Archey Road out in all gayety, its flannel shirt open at the breast to the cooling blast and the cries of its children filling the air. It also saw Mr. Dooley luxuriating like a polar bear, and bowing cordially to all who passed. "Glory be to th' saints," he said, "but it's been a thryin' five days. I've been mean enough to commit murdher without th' strength even to kill a fly.
"No, it isn't the only thing in life," she repeated to herself, "but just as I said before sooner or later it becomes awfully important " She caught Archey's glance and smilingly led it back to her waiting fingers. "How dark your hand is by the side of mine," she said. He rose to his feet. "Mary!" "Yes ... Archey?" "If I were a rich man or you were a poor girl...." Mary, too, arose.
The two on the bridge were still looking at each other, when Archey thought to glance at the clock in his car. It was on the stroke of ten. "That may go off yet if the thing holds together," shouted Archey. "It was built good and strong...."
Ma'm Maynard's words arose with a new significance, "I tell you, Miss Mary, it has halways been so, and it halways will. Everything that lives has its own natural enemy and a woman's natural enemy: eet is man!" But Mary could still smile at that. "Take Mr. MacPherson," she thought; "how is he my natural enemy? Or Judge Cutler? Or Archey Forbes? Or Wally Cabot?"
"There's a committee to see you, Miss Spencer," he said, "a bunch from the lathe shops." "Have they seen Mr. Woodward?" "No'm. He referred them to you." "All right, Joe. Send them in, please." The committee filed in and Archey noted that they were still wearing their street clothes. "Looks bad," he told himself.
But the day after Archey returned, Wally Cabot came back and he, too, laid his souvenirs at Mary's feet. It was the same Wally as ever. He had also brought a piece of old lace for Aunt Cordelia, a jet necklace for Aunt Patty, a prison-camp brooch for Helen.
Archey came in toward noon, and Mary went with him to inspect a colony of bungalows which she was having built on the heights by the side of the lake. Another thing that she had lived long enough to notice was the different effect which different people had upon her.
Most iv thim put on their blue overalls whin they was mustered out an' wint up an' ast f'r their ol' jobs back an' sometimes got thim. Ye can see as manny as tin iv thim at the rollin'-mills defindin' th' nation's honor with wheelbahr's an' a slag shovel." Mr. Hennessy looked out at the rain dripping down in Archey Road, and sighed, "A-ha, 'tis a bad spell iv weather we're havin'."
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