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"There ought to be tracts about the young man who always spoke the truth and his awful end!" "Do you want me to listen intelligently or unintelligently?" Mr. Bassity asked Dolly. "Oh, any old way," she said. "We don't mind particularly which." "But you might tell me what the next topic's about," he said. "It might improve my mind more, you know, to have some glimmering of what's going on.
He stammered out something like "Good morning," and then stood there, hat in hand, waiting for the massacre to begin. "Mr. Bassity!" exclaimed Dolly Hemingway, straightening up in the hammock, and staring at him with cold gray eyes.
"Poor old Johnny!" said Miss Felton sympathetically; "that's the trouble about being a rough diamond and being polished while you wait makes you sorry you ever came, doesn't it?" "Now you can smoke a cigar, Mr. Bassity," said Dolly, "and improve your mind listening to us talk!" "So long as I'm not the subject of it," observed Coal Oil Johnny ruefully.
"And from a J man into a J drawer," continued Sattie drearily, "and from a K man into " The hurried passing of the chocolate creams in her direction brought about a welcome silence. "What's your plan, Miss Sinclair?" Inquired Mr. Bassity. "Oh, Grace has a snap," said Sattie in thick, chocolate-cream accents. "My Despardoux car!" exclaimed Grace.
She was a Southerner, and her French-Spanish blood betrayed itself in her grace, her slender hands and feet, and the type of her dark and unusual beauty. She was more a woman than either Dolly or Sattie, and the fact that Mr. Bassity was desperately in love with her fanned within her breast a wilful desire to torment him. "Let me think!" she said. "'Pon my soul!
"Oh, Miss Sinclair, please, please !" cried Coal Oil Johnny. "Well, I won't hang the jury," continued Grace; "only it must be clearly understood that we have the privilege of making a few remarks" Mr. Bassity made a pantomime of baring his breast. "Strike!" he said. "You first," said Dolly to Grace. "Last Tuesday I was playing golf at the links," began that young lady vindictively. "Mr.
"Yes, and get arrested," said Miss Sinclair, "and give your passenger some disagreeable notoriety, not to speak of shaking up her happy home and getting her allowance stopped for a month." Mr. Bassity looked acutely miserable. To have brought penury to his lady-love struck him to the heart. "I'm the most wretched fellow alive," he said. "If ever there was a child of misfortune, it's me.
The bulky young man halted, tried to find some reassurance in the no less chilling faces of Sattie Felton and Grace Sinclair, and then said, "How do you do!" in a voice of extreme dejection. "It is the custom here," said Dolly in cutting accents, "for a gentleman, when he calls upon a lady, to announce himself first at the door " "And be told she's out," said Mr. Bassity, timidly defiant.
"Prisoner's motion to show scar overruled," said the court. "Isn't it about time to let me off?" pleaded Mr. Bassity. "Surely I've listened like a lamb to everything you've said to me? I've been slapped on one cheek and then on the other, and if I haven't always come up smiling it isn't that I haven't tried.
"I take him, I take him!" she cried. "I spoke first, girls, and it beats filing all hollow." In her eagerness she jumped up and ran to Coal Oil Johnny, as though to hold him tight and prevent his being snatched away from her by the others. Poor Bassity had hoped to fall into other hands, and his face showed his disappointment. "I hoped " he stammered. "I thought perhaps "
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