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"I'll make May and Lola and their partners come sit in this little circle of chairs here, and then I'll go and bring Willie and Miss Boke to sit with them. I'll give Willie the seat at Lola's left. You keep the chairs." Straightway she sped upon her kindly errand.
Not in a garden diary, but in my "Social Experience Boke" this time, for it is "human warious," and its first volume, already filled out, is lying in the old desk.
And sum men clepen that book Meshaf: and sum men clepen it Harme, aftre the dyverse langages of the contree. The whiche book Machamete toke hem. In the whiche boke, among other thinges, is written, as I have often tyme seen and radd, that the gode shulle gon to paradys, and the evele to helle: and that beleven alle Sarazines.
More than once he tried to assert himself and resume his natural place as guide, but each time he did so he immediately got out of step with his partner, their knees collided embarrassingly, they staggered and walked upon each other's insteps and William was forced to abandon the unequal contest. "I just love dancing," said Miss Boke, serenely. "Don't you, Mr. Baxter?" "What?" he gulped. "Yeh."
Grace had scarcely begun reading when Jamie came in, screaming that his finger was "boke." "Never mind, Jamie, it will soon be all right. Shall papa treat it?" taking the child in his lap. "Teat it, papa," and he laid his little head on papa's breast with perfect confidence that the pain would soon be gone.
"Miss Boke, this is Mr. Baxter," said Mrs. Parcher, and she added, with what seemed to William hideous garrulity, "He and you both came late, dear, and he hasn't any dances engaged, either. So run and dance, and have a nice time together." Thereupon this disastrous woman returned to her husband. Her look was conscientious; she thought she had done something pleasant!
"There ess a boke," he continued, in a well-bred, rapid whisper, "from Captain Canot, a Frenchman, most eenteresting he was oh, a fine man of education and what you call a 'slavair," but here he was quietly nudged into respectful silence. "I ran away from home," continued our host.
Beside the curl, and covering mother's diaries, lies a square white volume, the first part of my "Experience Boke" before mentioned, and upon it two queer fat little pairs of bronze kid shoes, buttonless and much worn on the toes, telling a tale of feet that dragged and ankles that wobbled through inexperience in walking. Ah yes!
The full horror of his position was revealed to William in the relieved, confident, proprietor's smile of Miss Boke. For William lived by a code from which no previous experience had taught him any means of escape. Mrs.
Meanwhile, merely through eternity, he was sealed unto Miss Boke. The tie that bound them oppressed him as if it had been an ill-omened matrimony, and he sat beside her like an unwilling old husband. However, William decided to discard his ankle, after they had "sat out" two dances on account of it. He decided that he preferred dancing, and said he guessed he must be better.
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