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Updated: June 16, 2025
"I must have a lock of my Birdie's hair, he said. "Let Arthur cut it off to-night. It will be dearer to me than if 'tis later severed, Leave it on the table, where Victor can find it, for, Edith, when you return from your bridal tour, I shall be gone, and I have sent for you because I would talk with you again ere we part it may be for years, and it may be forever."
In a sense, and no mean sense either, I am as much relieved, and as sanguine too, at the coup we have brought off here as I was just now to see Birdie's four thousand driving the Turks before them into the mountains. The schemes are not on the same scale. If the Australians get through to Mal Tepe the whole Turkish Army on the Peninsula will be done in.
Nance stood aside and waited, with a terrible sinking of the heart. She waited a half hour, then an hour, while people came and went. Just as she was about to give up in despair, she saw a tall, handsome girl hurry up the steps and come toward her. She had to look twice before she could make sure that the imposing figure was Birdie. "Hello, kid," was Birdie's casual greeting.
This she placed on the floor outside his door and then, picking up her big box, she slipped quickly out of the house, through the alley and into the street. It was late when she got back to Birdie's room, and as she entered, she was startled by the sound of smothered sobbing. "Birdie!" she cried in sudden alarm, peering into the semi-darkness, "what's the matter? Are you fired?"
After the senior stunts, when Judy had succeeded in throwing the Major into another apoplectic fit of laughing by playing "Birdie's Dead" on the piano, it was time to go back to Fern Woods where they were to meet the wagons.
It was with deep concern that I watched Birdie's declining strength; there was no disease, only weakness, and at last appetite failed, but even then he would take whatever I offered him and hold it in his beak as if to show that even to the last he would try to please me as far as he could, but he wanted nothing but the quiet rest which came at length, and dear little Birdie is now only a cherished memory of true friendship.
I'll fix it so's it will make little Peroxide Pierson green with envy." Nance sat before the mirror and watched Birdie's white fingers roll and twist her shining hair into the elaborate style approved at the moment. "Gee! it looks like a horse-collar!" she said, laughing at her reflection. "What you going to do to me next?"
The loafer's picturesque mind had drawn heavily on its resources, and Birdie's principles had undergone a queer metamorphosis. So much so, that she would now have had difficulty in recognizing them. Sunny watched him reading with smiling interest. He was looking for those lights and shades which he hoped his illuminating phraseology would inspire. But Scipio was in deadly earnest.
Nance loved to laugh; all she wanted was an excuse, and everything was an excuse to-day; Birdie's tales of stage-door Johnnies, the recent ire of old Spagetti, her own imitation of Miss Bobinet and the ossified Susan.
She was already sharing Birdie's wish that no reference be made to Calvary Alley or the factory. They had no place in this rose-colored world. Monte and the two girls had descended the steps to the street when the former looked over his shoulder. "Why doesn't Mac come on?" he asked. "Who is the old party he is arguing with?" "Oh, Lord! It's old man Demry," exclaimed Birdie in exasperation.
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