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Updated: May 27, 2025
"I say," she whispered, and she spoke to him as if to Jessie in the tiny flannel-lined basket, "Go bials! will you?" "But you?" he said, and there was something that was half a sob in his voice. "I can't. But you go bials." And then, to please her, he held up his hand and hailed a hansom. Getting in he gave the direction of his rooms, loud enough for her to hear.
The folding doors opened wide and she appeared, freshly painted and powdered, crowned once again with the forest of ostrich tips, and holding the struggling Jessie in her arms. "Jessie must go to basket," she said, and she dropped the dog into a tiny basket lined with red flannel, and held up a warning finger. "Naughty go bials!" she cried. "Go bials, Jessie." "What's that?" "Bials by-bye.
The men were all swells in evening dress and the women in beautiful ball dresses and it was a wonderful sight. It only happens once a year like the Yale-Princeton night at Koster and Bials except that the women are all very fine indeed. They rode pig-a-back races and sang all the songs. I had dinner with John Drew last night.
She dressed herself, then carried Jessie to the flannel-lined basket, put her into it and kissed her. "Go bials," she said, with a raised finger. "Go bials." Jessie winked her eyes pathetically, her chin resting on the basket edge. Cuckoo went out into the passage and called down to Mrs. Brigg. "What is it?" cried Hades. "I'm going to get some money." Mrs. Brigg ran out.
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