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Bassity volunteered to call for me at four and take me home in his French automobile. I knew we were going too fast and said so twice, but he only answered, 'Oh, bother! or something equally polite and gracious. Then as we raced into Franklin Street we found a rope across it and sixteen policemen waiting to arrest us!
Bassity in pleading accents, "have I ever done anything caddish or ungentlemanly intentionally, I mean anything that could possibly justify my being dropped like this that could " "Perhaps not intentionally," Interrupted Miss Hemingway, "though it's no good your coming around here to say you didn't know any better. You ought to have known better, that's all." "Known what?" bleated Mr. Bassity.
John's Home for Incurable Children," Interrupted Dolly, "and the question is, what?" "Simplest thing out," said Mr. Bassity, feeling for his pocketbook. "That's just what we're not going to do," continued Dolly. "It's horrid to go around dunning people for subscriptions, and being ten dollars nice to them for three dollars and fifty cents cash.
"The fact is, the low gear is chewed up on that car, and I've always been forced to run it on the intermediate and the most you can throttle down the intermediate to is eighteen miles an hour!" "The legal speed being eight, I believe," Icily interjected Miss Sinclair. "I don't know what the silly law is," continued Mr. Bassity, "but the only way to obey it would be to get out and push the car.
"In Heaven's name, tell me what?" "Oh, it isn't one thing it's a thousand," said Dolly. "It's it's general social ineptitude!" Mr. Bassity looked more depressed than ever. He didn't know what the word meant, and it seemed to cover a terrifying accusation. He was seen silently making a note of it for a future reference to a dictionary. "I'm just a rough, uncouth fellow," said he at last.
"Oh, we can't bother about you for always," said Miss Hemingway. "You've had your little turn and must now give way to something mere important!" "Delighted!" said Mr. Bassity. "And don't look as though your own cigars were better than papa's," added Dolly. "But they are," he retorted. "Will nothing ever prevent your speaking the truth?" cried Miss Sinclair.
Only you mustn't come round here next time demanding explanations. The next time will be positive and final. Yes," she went on, "I propose that Mr. Bassity be given a good talking to, and then have his name put on the probation list." "Poor Mr. Bassity!" said Sattie Felton. "I second the motion for reinstating him temporarily!" Grace Sinclair was not so quick in giving her decision.
Bassity, sitting down uninvited and speaking with the most disarming contrition. "We all used to be such good friends once, and now, for the life of me, I don't know, what's the matter. I valued your friendship tremendously valued it more than I can tell, and now I am losing it without even knowing why.
"It matters so little what you think!" said Grace. "But all alone?" objected Bassity. "I told you it holds five," said Miss Sinclair. "I shall make it a point to go every trip," said Coal Oil Johnny. "Indeed you shan't," protested Grace. "The basis of the whole idea is that no friends are allowed.
" began that unfortunate young man, boisterously attempting to sway her judgment. "Hush!" exclaimed Sattie Felton. "She's thinking," said Miss Hemingway severely. Mr. Bassity noisily subsided. "I don't know whether it's worth while to forgive him," said Grace at last. "He's so incorrigible so wild and woolly that if you're nice to him he's like one of those dogs that want to jump all over you!"
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