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The poor bauers and squatters from the bush came out then and did their share of the work, and we went back with them into their forest clearings and beaver-flies and helped them get in their small crops, in turn. And to this day there is more brotherly feeling here between the needy and the well-to-do than I know of anywhere else.
Clinch's sceptical mind. He forgot himself and his surroundings. "And that story of the Drachenfels?" he asked insinuatingly, "the dragon, you know. Was he too " The baron grinned. "A boar transformed by the drunken brains of the Bauers of the Siebengebirge. Ach Gott!
He kissed her as he had never kissed Miss Bauers as he had never kissed Miss Ahearn, Miss Olson, or just Gertie. The girl did not scream, or push him away, or slap him, or protest, or giggle as would have the above-mentioned young ladies. She sat breathing rather fast, a tinge of scarlet showing beneath the tan. "Well, Pan," she said, low-voiced, "you're running true to form, anyway."
Then several one-horse gigs are seen approaching, and the geese hiss drowsily at the happy-faced bauers and bauerins, and their flocks of healthy, chubby children stuffed in before and behind; and so they drive carefully into the large yard, where Onkel Johann, acting as hostler, proudly though bashfully receives them.
Nicky had not availed himself of the knowledge. "Well, if it ain't Nicky! I just seen you come out of Moriarty's as I was passing." "I'm off 'safternoon." "Are yuh? So'm I." Nicky said nothing. Miss Bauers shifted from one plump silken leg to the other. "What you doing?" "Oh, nothing much." "So'm I. Let's do it together." Miss Bauers employed the direct method. "Well," said Nick, vaguely.
He didn't object particularly. And yet he was conscious of some formless programme forming mistily in his mind a programme that did not include the berouged, be-powdered, plump, and silken Miss Bauers. "I phoned you this morning, Nicky. Twice." "Yeh?" "They said you wasn't in." "Yeh?"
You couldn't see Nick interested in bedroom sets, in price tickets, in any of those settled, fixed, everyday things. He was fluid, evasive, like quicksilver, though they did not put it thus. Miss Bauers, goaded to revolt, would say pettishly: "You're like a mosquito, that's what. Person never knows from one minute to the other where you're at." "Yeh," Nick would retort.
It was out of commission more than half the time, and could never be relied upon to furnish a holiday. Both Miss Bauers and Miss Ahearn had twelve-cylinder opportunities that should have rendered them forever unfit for travel in Nick's one-lung vehicle of locomotion. It wasn't money. Though he was generous enough with what he had, Nick couldn't be generous with what he hadn't.
"Upon my life, father," said this worthy man, "I care for nothing. You have been talking for an hour about the Regent's death, and the Duchess of Phalaris, and sly old Fleury, and what not; and I care just as much as if you told me that one of my bauers at Galgenstein had killed a pig; or as if my lacquey, La Rose yonder, had made love to my mistress." "He does!" said the reverend gentleman.
Says you was to call Miss Bauers any time you come in between one and six at Hyde Park wait a min't' yeh Hyde Park 6079, and any time after six at " "Wha'd she want?" "Well, how the hell should I know! Says call Miss Bauers any time between one and six at Hyde Park 6 " "Swell chanst. Swell chanst!" Which explains why the calls came oftenest for Nick. He was so indifferent to them.
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