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His exuberance was contagious, and Ardita became quite jubilant. "It's an absolutely sure-fire hiding-place!" "Lordy, yes! It's the sort of island you read about." The rowboat was lowered into the golden lake and they pulled to shore. "Come on," said Carlyle as they landed in the slushy sand, "we'll go exploring." The fringe of palms was in turn ringed in by a round mile of flat, sandy country.
But it won't work they'd dig this island over from one end to the other. It's a lost battle all round, Babe." Babe inclined his head silently and turned away, and Carlyle's voice was husky as he turned to Ardita. "There's the best friend I ever had. He'd die for me, and be proud to, if I'd let him." "You've given up?" "I've no choice.
The Revolt of the Angels sailed through the air, missed its target by the length of a short nose, and bumped cheerfully down the companionway. The gray-haired man made an instinctive step backward and then two cautious steps forward. Ardita jumped to her five feet four and stared at him defiantly, her gray eyes blazing. "Keep off!" "How dare you!" he cried. "Because I darn please!"
I went from man to man, restless, impatient, month by month getting less acquiescent and more dissatisfied. I used to sit sometimes chewing at the insides of my mouth and thinking I was going crazy I had a frightful sense of transiency. I wanted things now now now! Here I was beautiful I am, aren't I?" "Yes," agreed Carlyle tentatively. Ardita rose suddenly. "Wait a second.
The sweat and mud they wore seemed only one of those ineffable symbols of aristocracy that were forever eluding him. "It was the private dances that did it. After I came back from the war the old routine started. We had an offer from a syndicate of Florida hotels. It was only a question of time then." He broke off and Ardita looked at him expectantly, but he shook his head.
"We were until to-day. At present, due to those white bags you see there we're fugitives from justice and if the reward offered for our capture hasn't by this time reached twenty thousand dollars I miss my guess." "What's in the bags?" asked Ardita curiously. "Well," he said "for the present we'll call it mud Florida mud."
"But supposing," suggested Carlyle" that before joy and hope and all that came back the curtain was drawn on you for good?" Ardita rose, and going to the wall climbed with some difficulty to the next ledge, another ten or fifteen feet above. "Why," she called back "then I'd have won!" He edged out till he could see her. "Better not dive from there! You'll break your back," he said quickly.
"Well, I'll be a son of a gun!" she said dazedly. They eyed each other coolly. "Do you surrender the ship?" "Is this an outburst of wit? " demanded Ardita. "Are you an idiot or just being initiated to some fraternity?" "I asked you if you surrendered the ship." "I thought the country was dry," said Ardita disdainfully. "Have you been drinking finger-nail enamel? You better get off this yacht!"
"What's your name?" "Farnam." "Farnam what?" "Ardita Farnam." "Well Ardita, no use standing up there and chewing out the insides of your mouth. You ought to break those nervous habits while you're young. Come over here and sit down."
Ardita lifted her head and listened. "Carrots and Peas, Beans on their knees, Pigs in the seas, Lucky fellows! Blow us a breeze, Blow us a breeze, Blow us a breeze, With your bellows." Ardita's brow wrinkled in astonishment. Sitting very still she listened eagerly as the chorus took up a second verse. "Onions and beans, Marshalls and Deans, Goldbergs and Greens And Costellos.
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